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26—02—17
Two Chicago players locked in an attic for four weeks with a running tape and a single rule: no overdubs, just real-time commitment. The result wavers between trance-state minimalism and propulsive grooves, less jam session than mutual listening exercise. Feels less like making music together and more like two players asking questions in sound—Gold’s guitar and Laurenzi’s drums circling each other with the patience of people who know silence is an instrument too.