Hidden Island Music (untitled #398)
Francisco López explores the hidden sounds of Tenerife on this extended study, layering industrial recordings with expertly recorded environmental sounds to create a mind-expanding alien sound-world.
It feels like a privilege to absorb recordings as detailed and microscopic as these. López is a master of his craft, the Hendrix of the microphone, and brings out subtleties in the landscape that the human ear is barely able to unravel in situ. When he processes these sounds, they're completely cleaved of context, but take on new life as alien textural forms that sound like synthesized rumbles, sub bass or HD DSP processes.
We're dragged through Tenerife here for just over 40 minutes, and there are few sounds that connect us to a lived reality: wind is captured like a ghost trail through a plain, sea water is transformed into fizzing bursts of white noise and industrial machinery becomes a Cronenberg-esque gloop of gooey technorganic body horror.
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Francisco López explores the hidden sounds of Tenerife on this extended study, layering industrial recordings with expertly recorded environmental sounds to create a mind-expanding alien sound-world.
It feels like a privilege to absorb recordings as detailed and microscopic as these. López is a master of his craft, the Hendrix of the microphone, and brings out subtleties in the landscape that the human ear is barely able to unravel in situ. When he processes these sounds, they're completely cleaved of context, but take on new life as alien textural forms that sound like synthesized rumbles, sub bass or HD DSP processes.
We're dragged through Tenerife here for just over 40 minutes, and there are few sounds that connect us to a lived reality: wind is captured like a ghost trail through a plain, sea water is transformed into fizzing bursts of white noise and industrial machinery becomes a Cronenberg-esque gloop of gooey technorganic body horror.
Francisco López explores the hidden sounds of Tenerife on this extended study, layering industrial recordings with expertly recorded environmental sounds to create a mind-expanding alien sound-world.
It feels like a privilege to absorb recordings as detailed and microscopic as these. López is a master of his craft, the Hendrix of the microphone, and brings out subtleties in the landscape that the human ear is barely able to unravel in situ. When he processes these sounds, they're completely cleaved of context, but take on new life as alien textural forms that sound like synthesized rumbles, sub bass or HD DSP processes.
We're dragged through Tenerife here for just over 40 minutes, and there are few sounds that connect us to a lived reality: wind is captured like a ghost trail through a plain, sea water is transformed into fizzing bursts of white noise and industrial machinery becomes a Cronenberg-esque gloop of gooey technorganic body horror.
Francisco López explores the hidden sounds of Tenerife on this extended study, layering industrial recordings with expertly recorded environmental sounds to create a mind-expanding alien sound-world.
It feels like a privilege to absorb recordings as detailed and microscopic as these. López is a master of his craft, the Hendrix of the microphone, and brings out subtleties in the landscape that the human ear is barely able to unravel in situ. When he processes these sounds, they're completely cleaved of context, but take on new life as alien textural forms that sound like synthesized rumbles, sub bass or HD DSP processes.
We're dragged through Tenerife here for just over 40 minutes, and there are few sounds that connect us to a lived reality: wind is captured like a ghost trail through a plain, sea water is transformed into fizzing bursts of white noise and industrial machinery becomes a Cronenberg-esque gloop of gooey technorganic body horror.
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Francisco López explores the hidden sounds of Tenerife on this extended study, layering industrial recordings with expertly recorded environmental sounds to create a mind-expanding alien sound-world.
It feels like a privilege to absorb recordings as detailed and microscopic as these. López is a master of his craft, the Hendrix of the microphone, and brings out subtleties in the landscape that the human ear is barely able to unravel in situ. When he processes these sounds, they're completely cleaved of context, but take on new life as alien textural forms that sound like synthesized rumbles, sub bass or HD DSP processes.
We're dragged through Tenerife here for just over 40 minutes, and there are few sounds that connect us to a lived reality: wind is captured like a ghost trail through a plain, sea water is transformed into fizzing bursts of white noise and industrial machinery becomes a Cronenberg-esque gloop of gooey technorganic body horror.