Mystic drone meets with cacophonous improvisation, urged forward through a sonic mist by hesitant percussion. A dark industrial churn emerges with strings mingling with electronics and....and those drums that seem integral to and completely separate from the rest of the sounds. Sometimes the coordinated swells and breaths are the only thing holding A HANDFUL OF DUST together at all, but most of the time it feels like 'togetherness' is the furthest thing from their collective conscious. The artist and its two members (Bruce Russell and Alastair Galbraith) were both new to me before I scrounged this tape, but discovering their world/s of sound has been wonderful. Pull up a chair, you know? Stay a while.
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Haunted me since the first listen years ago! cheers again!
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