Claptrap
Adulting
*Limited to 300 copies* At first, Claptrap’s songs are like a wandering mind with fingers sliding randomly between two rusty strings. Rinkydink snippets come into view: a clementine, a few grains of sand, a dial phone...Words, sounds and images materialise and remain totally groundless. Erring brings about reflection and some unexpected relations begin to show between sound, meaning, noise and silence. What matters is not what they signify as a whole, but what the whole points out and reveals. I…