Suneaters
Suneaters Xi; It's The Future
With one foot in classic ambient and the other in a cosmic nowhere, XI issues a spacey ennui with every throb, plunk and whistle. XI salutes Eno, Cluster and Aphex with a glut of bleak tones, fuzzy images, some sand in the bed and droplets of sparkling vibration. Using all tools at their disposal XI sketches a watery curiosity. Like the roar of a moving river or the frailty of moonlight, XI can be self-evident, droning and introverted. Like a mash up of the memory of some movement and that desperate feeling of being lost in a unfamiliar city at midnight, XI can induce familiarity, fear and a small dose of alienation. XI can ooze and ponder. XI can mislead and redirect. Murky sounds from a smokey horizon. The clutter is stripped away. No need for words or conventions. XI features mysterious beats, circling synthesizers, theory learned and forgotten alongside a dose of a catastrophe fetish. Your toes dangle over a cliff's edge. What do you hear the moment before you launch yourself into the sea below?