Ben Frost
Scope Neglect
“… frosty fragile fretful armadillo crawling on your naked back…”
“… frosty fragile fretful armadillo crawling on your naked back…”
“… a sonic postcard from a time and place unlike any other…”
“… a catalyst for a conversation about kindness, which is needed now more than ever…”
“… a journey into the realm of intricately manipulated production inspired by resonance and elasticity…”
“… conveying the tension, the anxiety of the unknown, and the fervent appeal that stirs up into a climax…”
“… a soft and intimate collection of slowly morphing soundscapes […] enveloping the listener and drawing them close…”
“… each carefully pressed key expresses feelings with its weight […] flowing naturally as an extension of herself…”
“… a garden wall of modular synthesis harvested from this modern master of electronic music…”
“… floating through the twilight like a ghost in the city, eavesdropping on sounds and stories untold…”
I’ve got a bit of an unscheduled post for you today. That’s right, those of you …
“… the decay and the growth stir tiny, fragile worlds…”