This magnificent effort was completely conceived and played on PVC clarinets with buzzing resonators, plus an Iranian ney on one track. Superimposing the droning of these self-mades, Durand creates a world of his own in which educated listeners can detect many traces of life wherever they decide to turn their heads to. The maximum effect is reached by playing the record pretty loud in a large room, and walking around; I tried it and it became an incredibly colourful voyage. Echoes of Phill Niblock appear here and there; however, Durand’s music gives more of an impression of some kind of biological order even in its harshest parts (as in the vibrating, and very involving “Honey”). A masterful showing from this brilliant artist.