Springet Som Symbol is an oddly rejuvenating little cassette. Not in the way a hot bath sluices away a day’s problems or finally taking off your shoes and throwing them across the room after doing the five-day-drag suddenly peels the bleariness from your eyes. More in-line with how the first drag on a cigarette and first mouthful of coffee evens you out after a night of abusing your body. That darkening of teeth, lungs and connecting flesh turns the contrast up; adjusting the picture on what was previously a dim world of wincing and muttered curses. The 15 odd minutes of music here do just that; bright synth and rhythm dragging itself towards clarity. Which is wholly unexpected; serif typewriter fonts over a monochrome collage of naked bodies tends to scream “noise tape ahead, gird thine ears!” But there is none of that here. This is not music that will abuse your tympanic membrane, or move your legs or spice up your party. But deploy it while sitting on a porch, in the early morning sun, dragging nicotine into your lungs and sipping, with appropriate trepidation, a cup of cheap coffee that is still a little to hot, and it fits.
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