Woah, this is GOOD. And NOT a sequence of amplified bowel movements, as I initially assumed/feared. It turns out Giorgio Dursi is more interested in the intestine as a metaphor for the brain, and the way it creates speech and makes music... “an organ that absorbs material from the outside environment, metabolizes it and then throws it out modified, through a hole. There’s where I had the feeling of a brain that is also an intestine and vice versa. A dualism of the rational high mind and the scatologic amorphous secre- tion. These are intuitions that I had for a long time, and are as old as human beings, but at that point it was something I was physically feeling and needed to confront and elabora- te.” Well, we’re certainly no strangers to talking out of our arse. Dursi’s music is, unlike your average scatalogic-amorphous-secretion, a compelling assemblage of murmured voices, sustained reedy drones, and carefully modulated concrete sturm und drang - the whole thing rendered with both rakish DIY charm and a strange amniotic distance, like you're eavesdropping from inside someone's belly. Imagine if a whale swallowed you whole then popped to Oto to watch Ghedalia Tazartes???? CS, edition of 80.