This abstract electronic release comes out from the mental volcano of the young italian producer Edoardo Costa, who puts in the “Whynolf” project his crazy sonic soliloquies. The album traces an ideal line between his noise and distortion era and a “more musical” approach. Don't you have any expectation of melodies or anything of what you're used to calling “song” here, you will rather be hit by a mass of sounds and frequencies punched, pinched, stretched, morphed like clay in the hands of a schizoid sculptor. It's pure electronic experimentation pushed to the limits.
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