The tapestry of sounds collected expresses a vague, tranquil flow of youthful souvenirs, rural contemplations, duduk obliques and ASMR efforts, ornamented by drones, all meticulously assembled and mixed. I’d go further into describing the emo-memo but you get it : it’s crafted openly so you can slide through its mille plateaux. And while we’re at throwing references, let’s bring in my taoist brudda Tchouang Tseu : « The Tao is as deep as an abyss, as clear as a spring of pure water. Without it, neither the lithophone’s percussions nor the chimes of bells could resonate. For even stone and metal have their own unique tone, but they must first be struck to express it. What, then, is the agent capable of regulating ten thousand beings ? It looks : everything is obscure; it listens : only silence remains. » — taken from chapter « Sky & Earth of the Art of Chaos ». " — LYL Radio