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01. EZEKIEL HONIG - Material Wrinkle
02. EZEKIEL HONIG - Subverting The Memory Of Your Surroundings
03. EZEKIEL HONIG - Between Bridges
04. EZEKIEL HONIG - Drafting Foresight
05. EZEKIEL HONIG - Folding Us In On Itself
06. EZEKIEL HONIG - High & Low
07. EZEKIEL HONIG - A Closed Loop That Opens Everywhere
08. EZEKIEL HONIG - Ancestry Revisiting Each Other
09. EZEKIEL HONIG - Tradition Is The Illiusion Of Permanence
10. EZEKIEL HONIG - Distant Breakfast Highway
ARTIST
TITLE
Folding In On Itself
FORMAT
CD

LABEL
CATALOG #
TYPE 088CD TYPE 088CD
GENRE
RELEASE DATE
5/10/2011

Describing the music of Ezekiel Honig is never easy. It's related to techno, but the pulsing 4/4 beats are pushed so far into the background that they simply become another texture in the sprawling ambience. And that doesn't mean to say the music is "ambient" either -- the structures are far deeper than the musical wallpaper that achieves that label right now. New York-based Honig's Type debut Folding In On Itself doesn't make his music any easier to describe but does a lot to clarify the mood. This is deeply melancholy music, and while it doesn't revel in sadness, it conveys a sense that the things we grew up with and see disappear can never be recaptured. Memory and the corruption or distortion thereof is at the core the record, and like the cover which is made up of hazy family snaps of a changing Manhattan, Honig has tried to capture a sense of entropy in his quickly disintegrating city. Using a palette of locally-recorded environmental samples, decayed acoustic instruments and the unusual, clattering percussion that has become his signature, Folding In On Itself is probably Honig's most measured and defining record. Elements of his previous work are still present, heard most obviously on the breakthrough Surfaces Of A Broken Marching Band (ANTICIP 006CD), but every tiny part has been trimmed and honed with a selfless attention to detail. From the lilting, processed horns and clipped percussion on "Subverting The Memory Of Your Surroundings" to the noisy, slowly decomposing piano of "Drafting Foresight," there is a sense that Honig has a distinct story to tell, and that every track on the album is a unique part of the same object. Far from a random collection of tracks, "Folding In On Itself" is an introverted collection of musings on change and loss, and is as softly-spoken and moving as anything on Type to date. Handle with care.