“Mom!”
“What?”
“There’s a new 3XL supergroup!”
“I know, dear, I don’t live under a rock.”
“Love you, mom.”
“Love you, too. Now get back on the internet and leave me alone.” Harrison Phinney
A display of burning unraveling of different sound and concentrations of sonic energies, ranging from extremely short sonic bursts that rap out of the speaker at confusing but very intriguing intervals to full bass floods. The album constantly explores and questions the relationship between material and structure. The basic blocks of a beat is trotted out at a times, but, usually, is harshly ripped away by the beat components quickly morphing into unordered tiny chirps. bkudler