On their third studio album Towards the Shadow, Baltimore dream machine Wume parse the intersections of technology and the human condition, leavening their ideas with an inimitable collection of kosmic futurist soundscapes. Gardens are corralled by manmade walls. Daily modern existence is mostly just a work/commute/sleep cycle. Monotony is groove. Voice is consternation. Hospitals are assailable. Nature is irascible. Architecture is fallible. Organic life is limitation. Literature is music. Herbert Marcuse is lyrics. Shadow is self. Industry is art.
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