Ivory Whips I Vase Cass.
Altered States Tapes
Soft , bit spooky, ambient tones which touches something in between K-Group and the Dauw/Room 40 labels. But in an Australian chill-out zone way. Gotta love it
The light sweeping of the mist betrayed something uncanny
A single operative word is missing, it’s pattering felled silent
and replaced instead with void, in need of refilling
Or better yet, a piece of parchment blank and us with chisels in hand
Carving out of memory, it’s slow cascades in the space left between
the flocks of static that we encouraged to swell around us.