To my ears, the beat drives just a touch faster, just a bit harder than the ambient opening suggests. I’ve learned that “metathesis” is a word that’s used for both the analysis of language and the analysis of chemistry. Both senses of the word are about exchanges: of sounds, of bonding. And that’s appropriate here, since the coldness of the ticking drum machine contrasts nicely with what sounds like the real-time, human manipulation of atmosphere. (Is that an EBow?) The sounds fade into the shadows, as we all eventually do. And you can dance to it, too, especially if you’re one of the shadows.
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