Get up, play, sleep. And one fine day…

…Grow up.

Get up, work, sleep. And one fine day…

…Grow old.

Get up, sigh, sleep. And one fine day…

… … …

So, what will we have been? A solemn, cryptic, romantic, ridiculous, unrepeatable concentration of routines that continuously arise and disintegrate.

Loops played for just over an hour, that hour which is a simple chime of Time and a whole season of our lives.

Loops that live just that moment called childhood, and then maturity, and then old age, just that moment, to then destroy themselves and be replaced by the next: going to church-coming back home, falling in love-letting go, setting the table-clearing the table, removing the denture-putting on the denture.

And that obsessive synthesizer that marks our ages from within the loops? That immutable march that widens the eyes and questions relentlessly, what the Devil is it?

Our heart? What we wish to have? What we wish to be?

No!

That synthesizer is the Gear, the Wheel, the Mill that grinds continuously without flinching. It shreds destinies, fragments days, pulverizes loves, until a fine day…

…We will not die, we will simply be reshuffled.

We will become a mysterious ambient veil in the tail of disintegrating routines, a wind from the sea caressing the foam of tangible details. We will be the bowels of the countryside stirring in the winter night; we will be the distant cries of stray cats madly in love, under the moonlight.

But for now: "The Past holds us back, the Future distresses us, and the Present slips away”.

Tracklist and Videos

01   d|p 1.1 (01:03:33)

02   d|p 2.1 (10:55)

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 "A short pattern that slips into oblivion, like a skyscraper in a slow-motion film implodes on itself while struggling helplessly against the force of gravity."

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