The simplicity of things. You can build walls of impassable drones and go into a loop for thirty minutes. You can create and recreate synths and melodies starting from the tip of the spiral until you reach its peak.

If, on the other hand, your name is Aaron Dilloway and you collaborate with the never too highly rated Emeralds, you can manage to encode form, art, abstraction, and compositional freshness into a single language.

Indeed, the substance contained in this "Under Pressure" is abstract matter, yet paradoxically material, accessible. There are no convoluted hints at avant-garde, nor is there a pursuit of super luxury solutions. It is simply a straight-line stream of consciousness, from the composer's mind to the listener's soul. The work in question offers the possibility of understanding on multiple levels. Let yourself be lulled by listening to the apocalyptic lullabies for twisted minds or simply let yourself be carried by the two streams, that of the creators' consciousness and that of the listener's thoughts, to some unknown place beyond the boundary. The air is filled with the desire to let go, to compose for the sake of it, without the typical intrusion of those who read between the lines for higher and borderline ambitions.

"Under Pressure" is nothing more than a simple background, never dominant and never over the top. Musical aid for troubled thoughts.

Tracklist

01   [untitled] (13:17)

02   [untitled] (07:24)

03   [untitled] (24:34)

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