A dose of (much needed?) improvisational cacophony from two people known only as PEOPLE. Collections of sound communicate as missives, (accidental?) influences from the Sahel, damaged guitars and an approach to the presentation of sound that is enviable. There are clearly no rules, and we listen to the two PEOPLE bang and clang and wail through four short doses of drunken (I've got a tape recorder, let's record something?") audio babble bookended by twenty minutes of Epic Soundtracks by way of Arkestra (brilliant?) dissonance. PEPLE feel...real. And in a time when reality itself is up for serious debate, that's worth a lot.
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