Sounds from the Greek underground.
Shuffling up a one-way street. Who’s that guy?
Abused cassettes open up rugged, enigmatic sonic vistas.
Breezy and mellow guitar ‘n’ sax free improv duo
Delicate flutterings and mandible chomps, weaved into elegant and graceful compositions.
Like a broken shortwave radio transmitter beamed through an old-school warehouse party via a faulty broadband connection.
Full of abrupt shifts and rugged surfaces. Somehow massive in form while also being as weightless as a gas.
The duo eschews freak-out wiggery for sparse, restrained playing, an approach that only strengthens the album’s intensity.