The cavern echoed drums out

Along low frequencies

De-clicked and rounded

Out the shadow's conga skin,

Membrane,

ringing out over time

To be sharp'd by the blade of a

Hi-hat as bubbles burst

And bitcrushed keys chirp

Like shimmer-crickets

In unending texture space,

Expanding,

Deepening,

In the innermost ear

Like a pulse.

- Kwasu Tembo

Dycide - Thales [IO:014]

Written and produced by David Nowotny (Dycide).

Mastered at Klangstellwerk

www.klangstellwerk.de

Artwork by Ohneweil.