Lia Bosch
Ever Expanding

“Ever Expanding” is not an album. It is a fissure. A sonic threshold that opens like a wound in the linearity of perception. Lia Bosch doesn't compose: she disintegrates, disconnects, deactivates the customary reflexes of listening. Her work is a map of disorientation for contemporary hermits: those who venture into this landscape seek not coordinates but disarrays. In an era where everything tends toward instant connection, instant feedback, Bosch chooses isolation as an aesthetic method. Each track is a sonic island pulsing in an archipelago that refuses the bridge. The shapes are not completed, not recomposed: they are hinted at, they crumble, they dissolve into the silence from which they emerge. The result is not fragmentation but an alien cohabitation — a simultaneous existence of things that do not wish to merge, but only brush against each other like shadows ignoring one another at twilight. The listening of "Ever Expanding" doesn't require attention; it demands it. There is no rhythm to cling to, no melody to recognize: there is only the experience of the threshold, of the not-yet, of the imminence that never arrives. Bosch constructs moving environments, acoustic topographies where identity is dispersed, and what seems near is, indeed, irreparably elsewhere. It is music for those who have given up on orientation and have chosen the echo as their sole guide. In this acoustic space, sound does not represent: it presents itself. Every sonic gesture is an archaic event that doesn't belong to time but traverses it like an extinct animal that can only be intuited through tracks in the dust. Nothing asserts itself; everything insists — timidly, inexorably. Delicacy is the vector of force. "Ever Expanding" is, ultimately, an exercise in radical isolation: not to escape from the world, but to listen to its unspoken margins, the forgotten territories that continue to vibrate beneath the surface. It is an album that does not expand in the sense of conquest, but in the sense of the fissure: it opens and opens us. Or rather, it unfolds us to an original vulnerability, where listening is no longer recognizing but allowing oneself to be transfigured. A work for those who do not seek home, but thresholds. For those who desire not answers, but the space where language fails and something — finally — happens. Available on Bandcamp: https://silentes.bandcamp.com/album/ever-expanding.