Description
2026, 12″, Bliss Point.
Tractor-beam cascades of ufological sound from SPF 50, straight outta Brooklyn, returning to Bliss Point, the label-slash-mix-series-slash-newsletter operation taking up space as one of New York’s most cerebral club spaces to dominate the city in recent times. ‘Ett Inre Rum’ arrives after a recent stretch absorbed in the psychoacoustics of drone, and it plays back – here he trades the floor-first instinct of his earlier ‘Social Life’ for a sublimer exterior space; ‘Biom’ and ‘Solvind’ are like great biotic ambiences, probed by a tentacular ancient technology at planetary scale.
