Particles of dust floating through our bedrooms, settling on surfaces and moving on the air. We're breathing it in, and blowing it out, we're complicit in the cycle. We can't get rid of it, we can only move it about.
Domestic dust.
This dust is making us itch, it's giving us a migraine. Does this migraine mean something? What does this migraine mean? It's a survey of material existence. It's a record of things from the past. It's food for the dustmites in our beds. It's incredible, and boring.
Music by Rob(ert) Bidder. Intermittent chunks, every few years. Including old old music when I making music under a different name. All here for better or worse.
Modular synths sparkle amidst piano, vibes, and other organic instruments stringing together constellations of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2023