I’m not sure how to put Samin Son’s music into context for you if you’ve never heard Tonstartssbandht’s vocal drones, Tstartss’ Andy Boay’s solo stuff, certain Old Tyme Relijun ditties, or other NZ lofi luminaries like Pumice, so I’ll go the tried/true route of describing the sounds for you in a ridiculously creative way (my ego goes here: _____): Imagine a shaman blowing his voice through a megaphone into a tunnel spanning the Pacific Ocean. The sound emerges at the other end fused with the salt and mist of the ocean and spreads out over the land like morning sunlight. Farmers, worried the unfamiliar aural nectar will harm their plants, spray a metric ton of insecticide on every acre of plants, debilitating most crops and forcing the scientists of earth to come up with an evacuation plan circa Interstellar. Officials find, however, that the only way to propel their shuttles far enough into the galaxy is to harness the endless energy found within the salty, misty clouds of sound, so they harness it and eventually save the world (and they don’t even have to miss out on their daughters’ entire lives). THE END
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