Working with a stockpile of homemade synths & noise generators, Joseph Connelly jams out layers of circuits on circuits in exploration of texture, contrasts in intensity, and contemplative ohm-drone sans any sort of forced spiritual connotation. Starting in a godless synth temple, the atmosphere initially seems devoid of life until other writhing layers find their way in. Things take a turn for the worse & a wall of harsh noise buries the place with the listener inside it. Negative Nostalgia unfolds in similar fashion but in place of harsh noise the open air swells into the morass of a stirring insect jungle, dense with a squall of evolving noise & burnt-circuit clamor.
Type II, high bias chrome tapes. Edition of 50.