JSK020 QaumanEq EP (2014)

It's been seven long and exhausting years after my last release for Jisatsuken, and I finally came to enough peace of mind to complete four tracks that I loved working on and listening to all that time. The oldest of those was started some 10 years ago, two of the tracks were jams I assembled for a live performance, and another is something I quickly sketched while on a lovingly private and very warm summer vacation at a place distant from any holiday distractions. Refined, reconstructed and polished within a tight schedule full of to-do's spanning across some three months, and yet constraining myself within the environment these tracks emerged from, I reckon this release as the most personal music I have ever dared to disclose to public. The title is a special word I came across while reading a book by Mircea Eliade, and its meaning covers exactly how I felt through the process of completion of this release.

Track-by-track perception:
Tx: Two minutes to self-organise, and settle into a no-rush, intricate pattern, clicking around a relentlessly filtered pad chord. Delayed opening, minimalistic treatment, but a true reward to be had, once "Tx" blossoms, before slowly fading away into half-entropy.
Rampjaar: Shimmering arpeggios penetrate the opening cinematic darkness, to form beautiful shapes of meaning. Celebrating duality, the honest "Rampjaar" is a throwback to years past, and simpler, optimistic times. A feeling of unresolvedness lingers on.
TLnv: Once a tape recorded from TV, lost and found, digitally remastered. Shimmering city lights, tracing parallel lines far and away into  vanishing points left and right of this street corner. Still, against the city's pretend bustle at dusk, a dream of water and tall trees. Time-lapse. Trust escapism. Everything will be fine.
Ita: The stray harmony of "Ita" finds itself amidst piles of lost chords, spare parts for beats, and still-cycling bass machines. It sets out to rebuild in full, growing more confident by the minute. There is ingenuity here, grace, and a real craving for optimism, lushness marching on, leaving a trail of pulsing particles. This is everything but an end. Press play again.

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