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In the future the letters sis have made men tremble with fear....... When there is nothing left but a dry wind, singed mothwings, ebowed sitars, pots and pans with mouse sore hands, set in sand has fallen asleep to awaken water.... Voice samples slide into mechanical breakdown, and interwave a guitar or keyboard adding a playful, almost ragtime melody. The drums skip from kit to lap top to kitchen sink, sending an sos in dislexic aborigine. Music to evaporate to... set in sand has come through a trumpet made of water... ...In the future the only thing liquid is set in sand. |