Th.e n.d probably spells “the end” just as decisively as any other variant. And we mean that both musically and textually. In the latter case, it is the AKA of one Norman Dauskardt. In the former, it's lean and clean downtempo electroacoustic. Give it a listen — or just take full, legal possession — at the links bel
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A word or two of ceremony? Have we ever denied you before? Opening metaphor “The Bane of Tadziu” sounds exactly right, provided that “Tadziu” is the after-8pm semi-jazz lounge near the university and “bane” refers to the fact that the men are all taller, wealthier, and better-looking than you. “Chromatic Sins” bears east, trading in the cucumber martini for scorching mint tea with cinnamon. And while the able-bodied “Knecht the Catcher” may not surprise, closing track “Wild White” does: we don't call this electroacoustic for nothing.
This is the eleventeenth ambient EP released in as many days that is textured, erudite, triumphant, and agonizingly short.
