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You're in a hall of mirrors, but the mirrors are fogged and cracked, and cracking - splintering into infinite glass universes. Also, the hall of mirrors is a maze, and the only way to get out is to study your own reflection for clues.
In Sam Mullany's music, things that initially scan as drones under closer inspection are revealed to instead be delicate melodies spinning out into delay trails and collaged with triangles of noise.
Music made out of shards, but impeccably arranged. A mosaic.
Are reflections visual drones?
The one will appeal to any fans of blue eighteen: Chemiefaserwerk, Mats Gustafsson's Piano Mating, Benjamin Finger's Amorosa Sensitiva, or blue eleven: Plains Druid.