The glint of a distant spinner, an offkilter 4-part robot tapping elipses in ink footprints, doublespeed loops of sunrises into sunsets, played in caves and dark glades. The cover art sums it up well, those whorls, that frailty, the stray fragments lost from the herd.
Sam Shepard's made a quiet, patient thing that loops and lopes along, light on beats, heavy on repetition, landing somewhere between Oval's glitch skips and Kamasi's slowburning jazz plumes, packed with little ticks and fizzles, smoldering organs, longrolling horns, unknowable electronic squiggles.
It's is dense and spare - intricate. Pretty and organic enough to dodge the "difficult" tag, it permeates your surroundings, the kind of music that makes the snowblasted landscape our your office window look like most important, beautiful thing you've ever seen 4/5
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