A quirky little instrumental with a lot of acoustic guitar that asks the question “can anything ever be truly random?” And then answers with clashing harmonics and odd intersections of tone—all floating over a steady, hypnotic rhythm.
I like the idea of acoustic instruments being manipulated in such a way that they become almost robotic in nature, although they are never truly able to lose all of their warmth and inherent ‘humanness.’
In the spirit of the piece, this sentence will deconstruct into a series of randomly generated words seven, laboratory, dictate, so, overtime, excess, cycling, wind, mania.