Drouin captured that kind of permanently lamenting stasis quite effectively by managing to filter out the excessively piercing frequencies and enhance the right ones, necessary for letting that municipal area sing with a wonderfully hoarse voice.

…trips through your inner worlds.

Shifts in intensity are evident between sections, with surges at the centre subsiding to whispers at the periphery.

Le reste de l’écoute est une exploration de couloirs (atmosphériques eux-aussi) sans fin formant un fantastique labyrinthe suspendu dans lequel n’importe qui sera pris à perdre ses repères, corporels et sonores.

Play at a low volume and let it surround you.

Spiritual Archives & Headphone Commute.

Alors que Jamie Drouin aurait pu tomber dans l’ascétisme expérimental imbuvable, il a réalisé un vrai travail de composition qui donne une dimension hautement émotionnelle à son propos.

…Drouin tende a configurare una personale topografia dello spazio d’origine, evidente effetto residuale degli accadimenti fonici ivi catturati.

Drouin never falters in sustaining the captivating work’s impact as it repeatedly undergoes, often almost imperceptibly, such metamorphoses.

A perfect state of mind for stillness and concentration.

Sounds fill the whole piece in a non-structured, but harmonic way.

…the long-form sonic textures are comforting and incur a calmness as waves of sound grow in force then dissipate again…

Layer upon layer of hiss, din, noise, and clamour constantly jostle for attention, all futile; tones creep in and vanish, but its the full mass that’s always heard, endlessly shifting, endlessly surging forth.

If there was ever a perfect soundtrack for trekking across the Antarctic, this is surely it as it gives off a wind-blown sense of isolation and desolation.

…a lovely seventy-seven minutes…