
The short etudes here are at their strongest where the defects shine through, the pitch-shifts of tape slippage or the inclusion of radio interference. Borges is clearly the man with a razor blade too, we don’t hear his splices unless he wants us to, as on side 2 where the edit cuts through a rich piano note to silence. Not only is the title fitting, but the project name too: the feeling throughout is of glum abandonment. I can’t help wondering about Borges’ sources: whether they were in fact cheery ditties, upbeat waltzes and feel-good blasts of soundtrack strings that he has taken perverse pleasure in grouching down to depression pace. The rhythmic elements that are the focus of the first tape seem to force this misanthropic atmosphere a bit much, but the second tape, for all it’s brevity and simplicity is a gem, albeit a sullen one.
callow god discog.
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