DJPUPPY soundtracks wordless narratives, vague stories, heard in passing, across the street, down the aisle, through open car windows in hot traffic, off the screen, fragments of lives, performances of self. With generous amounts of original material, DJPUPPY builds plot lines, tangibly, evocatively, a mess of them, as we’re listening to worlds, here, not just one. Gestural actors contort their faces into that of snarking dogs and sneering auteurs. Collections of characters flutter beneath a hazy horizon. Some of my favorite parts of this mix find DJPUPPY singing into their chest, crashing, screaming, then silence drops like a breath. How beautiful, a warm piano impressing a footstep into thin dirt. An idea to be repeated.