PHACE

Let's go for the next round. The carousel of sounds whirls again, twisting your ears and spinning your mind. At the beginning is the end, is the beginning. Sound organisms develop according to their own dynamics, like a wide river that gets caught up in eddies and whirlpools and yet continues to flow, intelligent automatons diligently shoveling in rhythm with the pulse of the server until all anomalies have been sorted out. Funky music! Categorized, hunted, out of balance. Just to smash the syntax; just to make new sense out of the rubble. There is power in repetition, loops and samples duplicate reality. »Play it all back!« is the mantra - fragmented and combined, composed into a new whole. Last round: at the turning point, everything is in limbo, even the intervals are unfamiliar. Shrouded in darkness, the sounds emerge with unexpected clarity. Get in, get on, never get off again - the next ride goes backwards.