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Texture II is the debut collaborative LP from Dustin Wong and Brin. Literally speaking, there is no Texture I. (Leaving Records completists need not fear!). But the tracks presented here speak to an ongoing and easeful collaboration between the two experimental musicians; such that there may as well be a theoretical series, a Texture I, the way we begin, in media res, with the track ‚ÄúTexture I‚Äù (singular) ‚ÄúBroken Trapeze,‚Äù which gently coaxes the listener, down and away, to some place slightly estranged‚Äî‚Äîa kind of Wonderland (think: Alice). Here an incidental humor reigns, and‚Äîthough minimalism isn‚Äôt quite the right word‚Äîthis is a world in which we find ourselves sensitized to the quality, adjustment, and eventual settling of small things, wherein delicate sonic gestures often occasion a welcome emotive release.
Born of a live, improvisational, collaborative session on Wong‚Äôs long-running Dublab show, both musicians regard their working relationship as among the most intuitive of their careers. Complimentary indeed: Wong‚Äôs background with guitar and Brin‚Äôs history on drums (particularly his tenure in heavy music) ensure a fitting pairing. Throughout Texture II‚Äôs five tracks, generally plaintive and curious, there awaits (as if by doppler effect) an intermittent cacophony‚Äîa sudden rush of percussive, synthetic rain.
Wong speaks of the improvisational sessions that comprised the bulk of the album‚Äôs writing and recording as a series of dialogues: a way of speaking, mutually, simultaneously, without fear or threat of speaking over one another. Through careful curation (the gentle addition and subtraction of elements), the outer boundaries of songs are mapped and dragged (gently) into daylight.
Out on August 11, 2023 on cassette and vinyl, Texture II is a slippery (often wetly-sounding so) and satiating record, melding jazz, musique concr√®te, ambient, and a certain post-internet sincerity, perhaps best exemplified in the subtitle to ‚ÄúTexture IV: Things Turning into Other Things.‚Äù These are songs in a tactile realm, shifting, morphing, and dancing for their own delight.