each sound in solitude, a succession wound among absent threads falling, falling, lighter, lighter— cavernous mouths crown a flickering song without content, exiled from my container, like any other thing, i enter as a thing alone into the world. the…
*100 copies limited edition* This meet-up between two thoughtful practitioners of minimal and process-oriented music succeeds not because it is resourceful but because its gestures are clearheaded. Disciplined and exploratory, it is like observing so…