A strange tone you’ve been hearing in your dreams suddenly made manifest and no, actually, not that one at all. Several synths left out in the rain and then dried in the tumble drier on the wrong setting. A storage box of rhythms with holes in the knees that you’ve grown out of suddenly pitching down the stairs. Like a lift shaft falling down a lift shaft. The violent internal reaction after the person coming the other way moves to avoid you in the same direction you do, and then does it again. Swirling moss agate. Running to catch the match-winning ball after stepping off the waltzer. New MIDI for old rope. Four choirs in full voice but the ground feels wrong and somebody’s plugged their throats with last summer’s molasses. A juddering sycamore seed, caught in the grille. Budimir Šobat slowly coming up for air but then thinking better of it. A lull. A grip. A curve.

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Tracklisting:

1. Rig Curve - 28:42