All posts in Record
4: Palms pressed against the instrumental limits.
4: Indivisibility as a trick of the light.
4: Ripe urge and sudden document.
3: The hi-hat as a secret lever.
4: Junk palette and reconstitution.
5: Humbled by raw material.
3: My growing intimacy with “Waiting For Solo Bass Drum”.
4: The lethargy and emaciation of “Pan”, and how I came to love it.
Breath via reed and muscle fibre.
Sound as smoke. The unravelling edges of trombone, electronics and voice.