Sound as object, explored from a vantage point somewhere between musique concrète, tape collage and microsound. Nine formless, hard-to-pin-down tracks: the scrape and hiss of tape, beeps like telephones or Morse code, voices that sound like crossed wires of film samples, drums on the verge of collapse. A fine work that also conveys an archaeological curiosity toward electronic sound, not unlike Nikoraienko. (Original Japanese text by Adachi)