(w.m.o/r)

Working at the junction of almost pulmonary exhalations of grainy textures with barely perceptible human intervention on contrasting decolorizations of feedback and gloomy silence, Belaska (Mark Wastell and Mattin) are two shelterless walkers in the middle of a fogbound course. Their method privileges those huge low vibrations that somehow remind of thunderstorms caught when you’re closed into a room – something you “experience” rather than “hear”. Then again, the duo travels all around the membranes without really uncovering objects or bodies; squatting amidst uncharted sound emissions, always looking for the most important balance – that between tension building and breathing room for the ears – Wastell and Mattin spear commonly known electroacoustic codes and regulations, once again grabbling under unbroken sonic soil to come back with a good measure of truth.

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