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Their soundscapes are reflections of some arcane existences---the secret and the solitude---that they, in their communion face and attempt to fathom. These soundscapes had been described as ". . . a fluid, changing organism that is astounding even after repeated listenings". [[[ . . . Circle forms a circle without a circle, eternal. . . yeah. . . whatever. . . ]]] "Listening to this...'music' of communion," says another, "is like listening to a low-signal, radio transmission of Dead Can Dance and Skinny Puppy being played simultaneously..."[[[. . . some kind of ionospheric intercourse, perhaps. . . ]]] "communion," she continues, "is for those of us who were perhaps at another time and/or space during the Age of Throbbing Gristle. communion is the new T.G., if not better." [[[ Ahhh, such praise, such passion, such beauty. . . and. . . despair. . . like delicate beasts fading out. . . out. . . out. . . ou. . . o. . . . . . .]]]
For the sake of familiarity and convenience, and at the risk of limiting its orbit, communion is this:
sights and sounds
and this:
the spontaneous generation
of
surrealsoundspacenergies.
With these cluster of words that might have posed
more questions than they did answer, I welcome you into. . . communion---yours, theirs and
ours---such as it is. . .
"It...made no sense...at all!"