Formerly known as Jasmina Maschina and Minit, Jasmine Guffond comes to this ball under her own name. While her music has been (fairly) compared to that of Grouper, her work is primarily instrumental; impressions are formed by sound, rather than lyric.
One amusing exception appears in the center of track two, as Guffond sings about an elephant in her room; yet we’re at a loss to name it. This curiosity underlines the compelling nature of Guffond’s work, which retreats the more it is played. Each signal hides another signal, each layer another layer. This elusive quality draws the listener in like the frost giant’s daughter. Danger may lurk, yet the listener is blissfully unaware.
The first such segment is found in the waning minutes of the title track: a whispery drone that descends into a whorl of conversation-masking fog. But the track doesn’t start that way; it begins with…
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