I remember time, or a delusive paranoia reflecting any meaning, possibly unrelated to its original significance.
Words, uncomplete folders , unzipped by limitation itself.
Origin, where the unavoidable silences between gaps of interrelations are witness as a fact to our own decay as an organism.
Dense, fulfilling flow of nihilistic liquid self. Awareness, disolved on a static presence lacking of relative purpose across infinity.
Intangible data, matter of fact as an eternal frustration of existence.
As if the logic of understanding were dissolving on a stagnant orgasm of nonsense.
r hunter creates intriguing sonic landscapes blending Deconstructed Club, Glitch and Ambient sonics into free flowing compositions that trigger the subconscious and imagination with richly textured colours andglitched and straight punchy grooves on this varied and both relaxed and catchy album. SILENO