Repetition in the music. We’re never gonna lose it.
Sax and drum attacks set fire to tapes.
A Pacman of glitch eats a free jazz pill.
Joyful destruction in extremis.
Cranky jamming to rumple the creased duvet of spacetime.
Long form free improvisation from Anglo-Polish trio, occasionally with chums.
Glacial soundscapes pitted by rustles and thunks of percussion.
The duo eschews freak-out wiggery for sparse, restrained playing, an approach that only strengthens the album’s intensity.