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1: Edgeless endings. Guitar and drums. Hovering without touching anything.
3: Nahbarkeit (cymbals on stilts).
Breath via reed and muscle fibre.
Sound as smoke. The unravelling edges of trombone, electronics and voice.
Touré goes electro-acoustic. An ever-renewing Songhaï celebration of forever in the now.
A bustling, 41-minute contemplation on listening, understanding and occupancy.
Hydraulically enacted Morse code. Keyboards crushed against the limits of stereo.
Fractured civility for percussion and spluttering synthesiser.
Empty concrete. Clarinet, vibraphone and drum machine doomed to eternally misalign.
Bomber jet bass lines and synthesiser scanning like searchlights. Sub-zero surveillance techno.