Brooding fictions in discrete sound spaces. Memories, visions, eroded philosophies. Tragedies in a few words. A childhood of barren escarpments, livid skies, homeless wastes, unknowable geography. Forgotten beauty. Every memory, a sand castle. Time and sound distorted, transmuted.

“…a pastel palette of imaginary landscapes, fluid structure, and ever-elastic beats…endearing, gorgeous, and intimately special.”
Headphone Commute, February 2017

clocolan: Nothing Left To Abandon
clocolan: Nothing Left To Abandon

Brooding fictions in discrete sound spaces. Memories, visions, eroded philosophies. Tragedies in a few words. A childhood of barren escarpments, livid skies, homeless wastes, unknowable geography. Forgotten beauty. Every memory, a sand castle. Time and sound distorted, transmuted.

“…a pastel palette of imaginary landscapes, fluid structure, and ever-elastic beats…endearing, gorgeous, and intimately special.”

Headphone Commute, February 2017