''...It’s a music that makes striking use of aural perspective. Across a background wash of out-of-focus electronics or detuned radio burble, crisp and sometimes violent exchanges shoot like comets. Agnel’s clipped phrases are often very widely spaced, and on occasion wobble disconcertingly, as if being shaken back and forth. The piano is sometimes right in front of you, but just as often sounds like it’s playing on a distant radio. As with Phosphor, conventions of musical dialogue and interaction are almost completely displaced, though there are flashes of wit and the whole thing is anything but austere. Rather than as “free improvisation,” this needs to be listened to as a sonic artifact, possessing an indubitable but almost alien internal logic. Excellent....''
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