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 "Nothing in the voice of cicada intimates how soon it will die" From Teddy by J Salinger It takes some time to find a pleasant listening volume and space for this release. Sixteen short tracks all packed with very very high frequencies make headphone and 'loud' loudspeaker listening tiring and occasionally unpleasant. Tiny computer speakers suit this kind of sound allowing the music to crackle and pulse as if emanating from a very sick hard drive. Don't let the harsh pitch discourage, once a suitable listening space is found the listener is rewarded with an interesting soundworld that is rarely explored by other musicians. The tones resemble noises created from speeding up recordings, turning machines into bubbling liquids. Even the air, the atmosphere becomes transformed into tones. Some of the sources sound like electrocoil microphones which record what is called 'hertzian space': the space and presence of radio waves, infra-red frequencies which penetrate and surround us all the time, but which are imperceptible without the use of such devices. The brevity of each track means that they are not quite immersive enough to be thought of as soundscapes and yet they are not dynamic compositions either. The music simply begins, continues and ends with little change in the initial elements. Something like electronic cicadas, chirping away against the sky. Review by Mark McLaren
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