A scorched expanse, the air thick, sand shifting in slow waves. Didgeridoo rises from the dust, circling in dry spirals. The earth cracks open, voices calling from below. Drums roll, electric currents move like eels. Sunlight bleeds through the haze.
From arid to humid, SDM006 unfolds in four movements-ritualistic, tactile, lost between fire and flood. Percussive, club-ready heat.[info sheet from distr.]