Direct exposure Parts 1 & 2″< img src =https://www.tinymixtapes.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/Article_Width/1712/tomaga.jpg alt title itemprop=image width=896 height=597 > Remember that first scene in Akira, when the polychrome luminescence of the bike gang’s motorbikes crown the Indonesian jegog backbone of the minute’s sensorial constellation? As the flashing neoteny delivers us into a striated future, the manufactured percussion shoots us back into the past in a gesture of strong messianism. This muddle of temporality, this memory in vivo, emerging through direct exposure, wreathed by chugging drums and the twinkle of treble, registers again in Tomaga’s newest gargle.
Throughout its sloshing surface, we drift and drop, sloshed and twisting in the thick of motive and motion. The time can be found in with the tide and purls into swimming pools. We lapse into and lap up the labyrinthine timeslide. Rudderless but not quite inert, we motor through the rich timbres of wood and water. Borne however enhanced without any bearing, we’re not bored due to the fact that we’re too hectic navigating. Divalence & & repeating. In this mush, where there’s no doldrums and no squall either, we aim to triangulate however can only aleate. And linger here we do.A limited-edition 12-inch of Tomaga’s Memory In Vivo Direct Exposure is out Friday, December 8 on Hands in The Dark.
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