Τωρα.
Lack is moving constantly. From the visceral to the reflective, from a faint tape hiss to a blinding digital sheen, from live performances to impromptu studio actions, from signal to noise, usually in the blink of an eye, working outside the listener's comfort zone and expectations. The same cut-and-paste method has been used with amazing results by Faust for the prodigious Rien, but here we have a debut. An amazing one actually.
Pan Daijing excels at keeping the intensity at a peak, right just before it explodes to a formless mess, either with operatic vocalizing, dissonant loops or clinical pauses that makes you feel awkward, like you've been eavesdropping something that you shouldn't. But you do. And it's so fucking great.
RIYL Body Sculptures, Yves Tumor, Puce Mary, Rudolf Eb.er.
Lack LP (Pan - 2017)