sound installation

deadhead words... scanner 301118

deadhead words... scanner 301118

‘… cyclical patterns rise, fall and breathe. droning the arrivals, usage and departures of multiple tonnage of said liquid gold, skilfully guided to perform this elixir transformation into being. ironically (well i find it so), the vague, almost subliminal monosyllabic sound of the dripping concrete adds a textural form, like the random surface noise of a vinyl record to this compact disc’s sonic stability.

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