hell hath no fury like the desert, or at least that seems to be the implication on this latest mini-opus from the inimitable william fowler collins. the sparse landscapes of new mexico (where he plies his trade) are evident all over "hiding in light." the churning of distant machines fight against the wind and blowing sand. but the darkness overcomes as soon as WFC drops the guitar bomb early on and lets things disintegrate from there. eventually you're dragging bones toward the river styx looking to fill the blackest hole in your heart.
"lost in fire" echoes how you feel after the fact. once you've destroyed everything and secluded yourself in isolation, the numbness takes over. but there's an unsettling comfort in feeling nothing and WFC etches that out like a true sonic magician. eventually the blackness reaches a distorted feverpitch and falls in on itself until there's no sound left. edition of 100, pro-dubbed.
tracklist
side one
1. hiding in light (audio excerpt)
side two
1. lost in fire (audio excerpt)
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