Label: Synaesthesia Format: 3″ CD
A rolling quilt of crackles and scour tumbles over the sadness of things – that low series of tones which augur an undesired reflection. How many tones and clicks does it take to raise a feeling, a memory, a thing of resonance? The cover: cross on headstone with eyes, eclipsing the sun. The sounds stretch from within, like rambling daylight…
Backwards tones shoot outward, eddying in riverapid flows, fighting a current. Spiked with static, it playes against tones plucked from the garden of records; stroked like Beuys speaking to his hare. Whose are these tones? Fennesz‘? Parlane‘s? Whose are these ripples? A bit of both? Neither? Either?
Is it love?
-David Cotner-
