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"Impassable moments lingering in the present,” utters Beth Robertson, the soft spoken voice cresting over a jostle of harmonics, creaks and knocks. “Existing just after us but before her. Everything lingers.” It’s inevitable that a record inspired by gigantic mounds of waste should be rich in the residue of the past, yet it’s striking to hear these atmospheres crackle with future-facing anticipation. Out of the sounds salvaged and recycled from previous performances at Tokoro Studio, we hear all…