*100 copies limited edition* Two pillars of New York's underground converge. Human Hair brings together Pat Murano and Richard Hoffman - both long-running fixtures of the city's most uncompromising experimental scenes - for an album that slithers, coils, and eventually leaves you floating in open space before you realize the lifeline has slipped from your hands.

The pedigree here is formidable. Hoffman's work with Sightings (one of the best bands to ever emerge from NYC, full stop), Insayngel, and his recent solo project Organs Obsolete established him as a master of taut, coiled punctuation. Murano, meanwhile, has carved out territory through NNCK, Malkuth, and his solo alter ego Decimus - and notably served as an auxiliary member of Sightings in the band's later years. The two also share Key of Shame, a duo with Sightings guitarist Mark Morgan. Human Hair is another lovely and mutant outgrowth from this shared history - but it sounds like nothing else either has done. As Bill Nace writes: "It has all the serpentine and liquid pace you would expect but with a new kind of melancholy." Hoffman's playing keeps a slithering sense of time while Murano unfurls vistas that, in Nace's words, "don't exactly spread out as they kind of infinitely zoom in on themselves, circling back around and magnifying every little snatch of texture."

There's a loose, almost psych vibe that, right when you think it's going to settle into a side-long drift, takes a sharp turn into unexpected territory. Side B ventures even further into the void - what Nace describes as "one of the most 'stranded on an alien planet of nothing' these guys have done." The desolation of space rendered in accumulative tension that rises slowly, patiently, through all the exploration these two allow themselves.

Daksina has been quietly releasing some of the most vital improvised music around - work that genuinely reinvigorates the form. Human Hair sits at the very top of that run. Housed in a silk-screened sleeve by Alan Sherry at SIWA Prints with artwork by Ira Marcks, limited to just 100 copies - grab one before you run out of oxygen.