The ice planet. A deserted base. Seems like it was quickly abandoned. No one knows why. Sirens are still going off. No signs of life now, only burst pipes and rotting food. There must be something lurking in the sub-levels – something deep in the shadows? Did it get to everyone?
Recorded live on my modular, no edits.
Muted horns at sunrise. Live ambient made on a modular.
A drone ambient sleep concert, performed live on modular synth, no edits.
Specters of sound in the sacrosanct spaces of the spectrum. Ghosts and ideas traveling through time and space; inducing trances and manifesting realizations through sound. Live recording, modular synth, no edits.
Live ambient made on a modular. Time for a sleep concert…
