Yuri Urano - Aso
Waves. Raw. Unaltered. Though not pure in sound. A humming sound, something else, something distant. An inescapable other, a boat, a motor, nature anno domini.
Aso, the opener, presents it manipulated. Presents it in a different setting. A droning sphere. A relocation of what is not pure any more, appears to be a distant visage of its own existence. The cover is clear in its lack of clarity. A juxtaposition of sounds and rhythm that at its core are alien to each other. The hollow melodic elements impose itself only to be washed away. They appear to comment, appear to tell something, but in the end they are list in the vagueness of and density of the waves.