Line Spectrum‘s Bruma goes beyond music to the Earth’s inner workings; an inspired soundscape of tidal movement, the fabrication of fossils and the erosion of landscapes. The idyllic lapping of waves gradually subsumed by the roar of the surf as dolphins call is eventually dissolved in a wash of static and morse code structures. The dry rattle of pebbles, missing the sea, elemental sounds merge; the creeping of tree roots or the sound of ancient stakes gradually submerging.
The wind blows, the sea creeps and the land eventually dissipates, settling as sand at the bottom of the endlessly swelling ocean. Humanity has little place here as this has gone beyond us; the sound of 10,000 years into the future, the crack of the ice floes, sounds caused only by the last revolutions of the Earth, bereft of fauna, a gradual return to the point of entry with residual echoes like the faintest of reminders of what once was here.
-Mr Olivetti-