This latest offering from Stuart Chalmers on Zam Zam is a soft loopian waltz of strange flavours and ornamented frisbees, a rich gyration of sonic bric-a-brac that's really hard to shake off... Each track spins a plentiful alchemy, pulled along on light glittering gravities... the stitching constantly unravelling and reconstituting in ever exotic directions and warped collusions... A whir of oddness that holds your attention, in a champagne lustre that bounces your ear in sweet and effervescent déjà vu's...
The naïve nursery rhymes of a child fed to the elusive concretes of music box and temple reverberations or raindrops dropping on vulcanised skin, becoming a Congolese gambol, knived into a butoh motionhaus of bell and footfall…
The magic is dripping off this stuff in vast rhythmic chucks as the rewind and fast forward infests you with its percolations... Those little spokes of recognition jutting up against sine-toned weasels, or split open on those eerie narratives eternally locked in repetition... full of misplaced betweens... This is bloody beautiful stuff... a weirdly spun daydream you'll find hard to wake from...
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