If you think about the texture of a dream, it’s really quite radical. Chopping up and recontextualising warmth, threatening order and expectancy. We are punks when we dream. Philadelphia’s Ylayali nosedives into his subconscious and, rather than meeting a surface, discovers that he can float. The sonic repetition only emphasises this bizarre mode of travelling that is uninterested by time and change. Ylayali is intrigued by a particular man in this dream tapestry—a man who is less unknown than distant and uncanny. We never understand him or their relationship. All we have are pieces from different puzzles that we viscerally feel belong together.
A favourite: ‘Burnt Axiom’
‘Separation’ is out now via Dear Life Records.
One reply on “ylayali – separation ”
Heavy and visceral writing. I would change ‘by’ with ‘in’, unless I’m missing something. You keep getting better.