I read the other day that in one morning alone, 8,000 albums were released on Bandcamp. Eight. Thousand. The sound of my album dropping is a bit of ice defrosting in your freezer, basically.
The tape is out there in a world where we are over-satiated with nanosecond feeds of creative output hurtling across our field of vision and rocketing past our ears. It's getting increasingly difficult to just listen, and see. So, when one friend told me that the pieces on the tape helped him to focus, and get to work, all the fibre optics hurtling past me stopped dead. Art has always been there to inspire, provoke, and escape, but when it's available all at once, streaming by in one rip current, it becomes an impasse. Maybe there's a creeping need for art that can freeze frame at least a portion of that stream.
Anyway, here's the Bandcamp stream..