Great experimental music by three stalwarts of the Australian experimental music scene (well, two and one Mexican Berliner), that is completely ruined by too many painful high noises. Review scrawled for Heathen Harvest and mildly meddled with by Sage Weatherford.
"It’s not like I don’t like abstract sound clusters or expansive passages of non-music—man, they’re some of my favourite things—and there are lot of really wonderful sounds on this release. Unexpected clanks, richly timbral scrapes, rising waves of frictional textures, deep floor-warping low tones: they’re all there. But whenever the trio finds a really awesome space, along comes this fucking high sine, like some kind of malarial parasite, determined to burrow into my grey matter and cause me sickness and discomfort."
Gordoa, McNab, and Myburgh - Passive Transport