re.sort would be appropriate waiting room music in a distant utopia—I figure a truly perfect world is not a place with no need for waiting rooms, but a place where people do not rush and can accept the more prosaic interactions. I also figure that contained, momentary utopias are what resorts attempt to be. Sora looks at a world of indulgence and plays into its artifice without looking to destroy it. This record seems to digitalize the smiles in every Thomas Cook, lastminute.com, trivago, and British Airways advert and funnel them through his studio setup. It is absurd in its soft, glitchy, minimal relaxation.
A favourite: ‘Traces’