Archive for September, 2015
Conjured drones, repetition and the stale air of ill deeds.
Soups of panic and blizzards of rubber balls.
Squashed inside a sauna of sax, tuba and turntable.
Space navigates sound and vice versa; trombones and basses command attention and cast it away.
Strange gestures for woodwind and stringed instruments, dwelled upon in the name of lone spiritual pursuit.
Body and mind undergo dispersal and attempted reassembly.
An 80-minute techno piece subjected to the muffle and rumble of oceanic obfuscation.
Dictaphones left in freezers to die.
Truth be told, I was worried about Soundscapes. My mind kept flitting back to one memory in particular: explaining my interest in sound art to my gran back in 2011. […]