Label: Manifold Format: CD
The tentative roughing of the recording – this time out, the sound source is stone. It’s packaged between two sheets of stone. Fucking-a right! Scraping repeats repeats and so forth as other pieces of stone make occasional and spectral appearances. The wow of the feedback moves alongside the scraping repetition spinning in slo-mo dervish joy. These tones fade out and other, subtler tones take their place. It’s as if stones have been thrown into the pond and these tracks are ripples colliding with one another.
It’s fascinating, the amount of varied sounds Nakajima-san obtains from one sound source. But is it the sound sources themselves that inform the recordings, or the techniques and machines with which he extracts the sounds? Pursuing his quarry? And now the return to the workplace of the “rhythm”. Might he have an innate sense of timing? Or are all the machines helping him? Not to cast aspersion, of course – we all need our machines. Yet, as repetitive as the beat is, it does change from time to time, almost imperceptibly. Now comes a scratchy kind of scrambling, running across the wavecrests of a low rumble. Then a different beat, dancelike in its orientation. It moves into another age, implying eternity…
-David Cotner-
