Habett (Label) says:
Suburbs, wherever, stations take you there, the end of the city, the outskirts of the scope, the tip of the iceberg, the nail of my finger. What's left outside ? Answers are unspoken in the realm of reality.
To lessen the drums was the main aim for this early spring batch. Dubbed the dead slow one, this album is meant to bring animation in the lower BPMs to the extent of a mantra-esque reverb field.
If anyone is on the wire, if anyone listens.