Rhythms both staple and stiple growling sheets of sound and pylons of tumescent oscillation. Timbral dialog with a fluid playfulness. Cool ruby slippers. Steppin out in neu shoes and gettin barefoot in the head:)

Instructions on how to listen to this track. Begin by breaking all the mirrors in the house. Think of a duck covered with ants. Visualize the tiny figure of a woman lying on her back. Or not. The listener is the accomplice, and has to decide. Personally I don’t wear a watch. I used to. At some point I decided a watch was really more like a manacle around my wrist and me a slave to time. Haven’t worn one since. If I need to know what time it is, I look at someone else’s wrist. Don’t look at your watch. Listen to this track.

You know that feeling you can get in the wee hours - especially in the aftermath of some internal adjustments - kind of gritty and tweaky but exhilarated? Driving back alleys, momentary glimpses of objects and events caught freezeframe in the headlights as you roll past? And more than once you’ve gotta tap the brake lights and check the mirror cuz WTF? ->Thisthat<-.

Great concept gracefully executed. Complementary sonics well up merging and melding in a vast languid vortex that initially dominates the soundscape with only occasional hints of recognizable guitar work before finally pulling back and settling into a subdued background to a brief run of fluid slide playing. Too brief really.

Like Raymond “Futurama” Scott on some heavy funk. Electronics fill out a full jazz quartet here and hold their ground. The opening tones, like some steadfast twilight zone neon sign, lead you down a dark alley of plasmic pavement emanating roentgens of riff jamming over the top... “You’ve just crossed over... “