Kuriton Liha (Unruly Flesh)
FInland's experimental electronic dynamo Luke Lund marks 10 years of skin in the game with a devilish album for Superpang, dedicated to Henri Chopin.
A follow-up to notable recordings for Youth and Fluf, beside dozens on his Terranean Recordings, ‘Kuriton Liha (Unruly Flesh)’ is offered as a study in “spectral poetry, delving into ontological questions at the borderline between human experience and artificial organisms.” It lives up the properly shapeshifting nature of his music with a highly elusive suite of free sound poetry, or “asemic tapestry” - a form of wordless free thought with semantic content, encouraging listeners to fill in the gaps for themselves.
The results are predictably unpredictable, with stray phonemes threaded thru the most complex wormhole vortices and smeared on the surface with a dizzying sense of proprioception that may leave some users suffering vertigo. Crucially, though, it’s not a mess, with each tracks deploying familiar elements in bewildering permutations according to an underlying logic that’s there if you care to try and follow, and fill in the gaps yourself.
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FInland's experimental electronic dynamo Luke Lund marks 10 years of skin in the game with a devilish album for Superpang, dedicated to Henri Chopin.
A follow-up to notable recordings for Youth and Fluf, beside dozens on his Terranean Recordings, ‘Kuriton Liha (Unruly Flesh)’ is offered as a study in “spectral poetry, delving into ontological questions at the borderline between human experience and artificial organisms.” It lives up the properly shapeshifting nature of his music with a highly elusive suite of free sound poetry, or “asemic tapestry” - a form of wordless free thought with semantic content, encouraging listeners to fill in the gaps for themselves.
The results are predictably unpredictable, with stray phonemes threaded thru the most complex wormhole vortices and smeared on the surface with a dizzying sense of proprioception that may leave some users suffering vertigo. Crucially, though, it’s not a mess, with each tracks deploying familiar elements in bewildering permutations according to an underlying logic that’s there if you care to try and follow, and fill in the gaps yourself.
FInland's experimental electronic dynamo Luke Lund marks 10 years of skin in the game with a devilish album for Superpang, dedicated to Henri Chopin.
A follow-up to notable recordings for Youth and Fluf, beside dozens on his Terranean Recordings, ‘Kuriton Liha (Unruly Flesh)’ is offered as a study in “spectral poetry, delving into ontological questions at the borderline between human experience and artificial organisms.” It lives up the properly shapeshifting nature of his music with a highly elusive suite of free sound poetry, or “asemic tapestry” - a form of wordless free thought with semantic content, encouraging listeners to fill in the gaps for themselves.
The results are predictably unpredictable, with stray phonemes threaded thru the most complex wormhole vortices and smeared on the surface with a dizzying sense of proprioception that may leave some users suffering vertigo. Crucially, though, it’s not a mess, with each tracks deploying familiar elements in bewildering permutations according to an underlying logic that’s there if you care to try and follow, and fill in the gaps yourself.
FInland's experimental electronic dynamo Luke Lund marks 10 years of skin in the game with a devilish album for Superpang, dedicated to Henri Chopin.
A follow-up to notable recordings for Youth and Fluf, beside dozens on his Terranean Recordings, ‘Kuriton Liha (Unruly Flesh)’ is offered as a study in “spectral poetry, delving into ontological questions at the borderline between human experience and artificial organisms.” It lives up the properly shapeshifting nature of his music with a highly elusive suite of free sound poetry, or “asemic tapestry” - a form of wordless free thought with semantic content, encouraging listeners to fill in the gaps for themselves.
The results are predictably unpredictable, with stray phonemes threaded thru the most complex wormhole vortices and smeared on the surface with a dizzying sense of proprioception that may leave some users suffering vertigo. Crucially, though, it’s not a mess, with each tracks deploying familiar elements in bewildering permutations according to an underlying logic that’s there if you care to try and follow, and fill in the gaps yourself.