It took me a few listens to “get” this, even though it exists in a musical community I think of as relatively familiar. But there is something about “~~~” that feels a part of my own existence, even though there is no overlap between this artist’s life and my own. This is maybe where the magic is...a cosmic voice of sorts that shows us we originate from the same dust and answer to the same call. bzztm-bzztj
This album (& Hill, Flower Fog) sound almost like someone just kind of deedling around with synthesizer settings - a big wash here, an oo-OO pulse there - and suddenly you've lost all sense of time and the album is over and you're putting it on again. Effortless effort. (Synth 1 cannot be selected as a favorite track, which is a crime. It hits like a tidal wave.) Mister Meows