Roucous and sound, in the best of times of our lives. The indecent call to arms is where the armies of Elephantides comes. ‘It’ is that spearpoint. Art-assault of the mind, vexes with thumping hypotheses, rendered helpless by the insinuating banal.
We’d said of the project: “The banal is never a cause for calm. It is a celebration of the tides; it is the celebration of what we can be; it is the salutation to which we dive into the self-conflicting contradictions that awash, but never tire.
Synthesizers and drums, render with a dive in deep and the deeper.