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Transformed because the sounds must somehow be organic if only because they sound like no identifiably digital source, but that organic origin is totally unchartable; transformed because a few moments’ submission to the vernacular of Axene results in new perspectives on one’s mundane surroundings. Suddenly everything looks strange and alien, or from a distant era; suddenly it’s not this futuristic sound that’s the odd man out, but rather you the listener and the music you’re hearing standing in opposition to the orderly, linear world. Guillonet has no rhythm, though devotees of outside music would probably want to argue that point; let them. Guillonet has no melody, and he would probably be pleased to hear it said. What he does have it the ability to effect miraculous transformations. He does so by somehow recording odd grinding, scraping noises. You should hear it. It’s weird. It’s worth hearing. |
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