Environmental Influences - V 1.0

Devices for a ghost

I carry myselves
wide eyed, horizon searching
the ocean dragging bodies rooted in flesh
dense lives staying under
swallowed and relapsed 
shaking off our half darkness 
each an arm,
each an us,
each reaching.


Cyclical journey into the abyss.

Wondrous Centipede

Ordinary workaday speak

"This piece of music was written in the aftermath of the referendum and I present it as the basis of an internationalist collaboration with sound makers irrespective of what kind of music they make, where they live, their background, their age -all are invited to participate. It is not offered as a substitute for progressive political action but as a complement to it. I put it forward in defiance of the bigotry threatening the fragile connections that exist between us all. I hope it will be an opportunity to reaffirm some of those connections amidst a very disturbing situation." - Squarepusher

Zara Keid