There Is No There There
In the pink-green marble interior of the museum, at the lip of the pool – gazing at floating lizards (dead and alive), tropical leaves and coconuts – and at the door of the abandoned chapel, There Is No There There returns out of the foam crested murk of the reef. It's a usual affair; dated IDM, k7s, outsider fugues and time-strapped sonic tramp stamps.
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