Shunsuke Oshio

*300 copies limited release* A dreamy sequence, the beauty of the void, attempts to melt and form itself while seeking internal and external karma. Perspective from the tremendously minutest moment to the most hugest puls. The illusion of listening to the whispering of a tiny fetus in the mother’s womb. Auditory hallucinations as if hearing the roar of magma wriggling at the depths of the earth. All musical components here are the sounds of electric guitar,bass,synthesizers,human/animal voices, bells, and rhythm machines, which would be lost from their original substance and context,while they try to be re-harmonized and redefined in an amorphic way. Like an ancient memory that disappeared suddenly after waking up from his longtime sleep. Like some sutra paragraphs, you draw to get your stolen sleep time back. These might be very similar to the fragments of your reminiscences, which degraded after excessive tracing and editing. But it`s all a dream.