3" CDr (edition of 15)
Hooker Vision (HIV055)
The sound of reality dissolving is the sound of rusty magnets excavating ragged spools of tape through miles of thunderous wind. Flowers dissolving. Flower reparation came about. Reverb choked landscapes dot the horizon of the weary traveller. Bundled ambient inside the controls waits the voice of whole waves, announcing electricity through afternoon rains. Telegraph signals processing hidden glass crescendos underground. Fade out. Dissolve.