A panorama, the ether layer real, a hissing carbonated residue in the sky. Oregon’s Juice Machine’s circuits fray, unravel, are spliced, are superimposed to bell in contact. Dub/patch the farthest bread bead bed be. Sounds of the IoT inevitably overtaken by bug zappers. Or a prolonged sense of something half unplugged, and you’re angling the cable back in, having a part tactile, part auditory experience. This bubbly chaos in situ from JM’s Sparking Water cassette, out on LA-based Steady Hand Records and all over the map.
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