Where minuscule errors loop, dither, and fade, these precious slices, while seemingly arcane, tend to explore organic worlds; their blissful bristles and tangible electrical machinery merge with expansive and detuned instruments that we can’t quite pin down.
Microscopic threads of dust and digital debris
Strange sonic devices and found sounds, broken machines, and elongated drone-scapes pervade these half-dozen slices by Seattle-based laptop sound-sculptor Deli Kuvveti. Abstracted tunes create warm and fuzzy Fennesz versus Oval’esque ice-sheets and ravaged clicks ‘n cuts that could loop for an eternity, Erato finds maximum bits and bytes via microscopic threads of dust and digital debris.
Time has no significance on Erato other than to channel frayed frequencies into simmering start and end points. Deli Kuvveti somehow channels an alien species, providing a language we’ve yet to translate into the tiniest audible morsels that scrape, scratch, and slither their way through glitch-laden atmospheres. Where minuscule errors loop, dither, and fade, these precious slices, while seemingly arcane, tend to explore organic worlds; their blissful bristles and tangible electrical machinery merge with expansive and detuned instruments that we can’t quite pin down.
As these ambient fragments and malfunctioning R2D2 rhythms elevate our senses, there’s something else buried deep within these 36 minutes. A flickering node calls to us from a distance, as if to decipher this disjointed language so we’ll understand its meaning, and yet we simply cannot; as much as we try to. Instead, a symbiotic relationship between tangled digital landscapes and flowing ambient shades gently confuse us with dilapidated beauty. What an achievement as Deli Kuvveti successfully “looks for the right ways to make the wrong sounds.“
Erato is available on 3OP. [Bandcamp]
