In everything, there is but one fundamental design: to relieve the chaos of operation. The more something is used, the more useless it appears to be. The more something is studied, examined, heard, analyzed, the less enthusiastic a reception it garners from every corner. Yet this challenge implies forethought: if something is perpetually remade and remanipulated, what’s the point of trying to create anything at all? If all that is “created” is based on the old, how can it remain new enough to capture the attention of a single soul, let alone the legions necessary to make something provocative? Into this postmodern, shrunken worldview, and viewing the array of instrumental beat artists from askance, comes Glen Porter. It oscillates between a learned minimalism and an earnest romantic attack. Shards of sensual restraint decorate a slow, cryptic soundscape. Hysterical, careening beats float on dormant sound-images. The pinnacle aches to be achieved, everywhere breathing. In an instant, the age-old question of age itself is answered: chaos gives birth to the uplifted. The legions await.

Glen Porter - And Death of

Music from: Auxiliary Phoenix, Ill Padre, Padrigato, HDRM, Glen Porter, Tsunchoo, Akello Uchenna,

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