The poise and concentrated quietude of Steve Peters on these pieces elevates tiny, random sounds into a hushed symphony of chance. Resonant frequencies between 70hz and 3khz rise out of rooms as though from nothingness and are recombined in the kind of disordered and associative manner that often accompanies intense grief.

The rooms are first seen careening in a crepuscalar atmosphere flecked with feint glottals and lulling cadences whose echoes lift them into surprisingly experssive, multiphonic pieces. In this sense, Peter’s starts one off at the climax of a slow motion ceremony and afterwards leaves the listener to dwell in the aeons between. The listener is henceforth brought into high-pitched, flickering tones flirting around a full-bodied drone of considerable harmonic subtlety or intricately sliding microtonal inflections and almost hymnic cadences suggestive of the il y a.

It’s none to hard to form a sympathetic relation with this work: it not only quite ingeniously demonstrates how one is always already in communication with the world owing to one’s sense organs, but also how objects in the sensory field already harbor the opacity of a primary past.
– Sietse van Erve