what I enjoy the most about really good postrock is when it becomes very difficult for me to picture humans making these sounds, behind instruments in a studio, with headphones on listening to a click track somewhere before or after lunch just hoping to not fuck up… it’s so raining-down, rumbling from below or prodigiously disjointed; like an earthy process of quakes or a balanced universal truth, a function of the universe that is unmoving, unchanging and unforgiving; for it cannot be altered
– oskar
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