weak notes sets his machines to cosmic throb for this awesome excursion into electronic-space-drone-kosmiche-noise.

brighton’s brilliant where to now? imprint unleash 2 sides of unpredictable sonic exploring, with what sounds like a vast array of dilapidated machinery taking us on a journey to the outer cosmos as hands play strings, then saws play strings. suddenly the panel of instruments start twinkling & alarms beep a distress call & you float towards the void. fans of tape records, spectrum spools, fonal, modern love, blackest ever black & hype williams seriously need to check this pronto.