A lost, crackling Lynchian symphony...
Fragments of muzak chopped, re-pitched and looped to procure haunting waves of sound.
Channelling layers of ethereal post-punk with a thumping, dislocated kickdrum.
Basinski's most iconic work, tempered with a ghostly, almost haunting majesty.
Jeck and Touch cohort Jacob Kirkegaard on an extended, sublime exercise in shimmer and crackle.
Dislodged piano sunk under layers of natural dislocation. Possibly Basinski's most affecting work.
Manipulated recordings of bells, sounding like a psychedelic campanologist's nightmare.
Made by Basinski at his Brooklyn apartment during one night in 1982, unearthed 25 years later.
Weaving a tangled web of seemingly bitcrushed audio and glacially slowed-down voices.
A return to the Disintegration Loops, Basinski's most famous work.
Revealing hidden layers of detail that pull you deep into an internal universe...
Introducing a melodic element, albeit one masked by the heavily-aged 78 from which it comes.
Almost harrowing decayed sound textures isolated from any known place or time.
Basinski evoking hazy memories and long forgotten fragments of time.