E.C.S.T. T.R.A.X.

This is the sound of a 17th-century chamber ensemble being sucked into a particle accelerator. Clark takes the delicate, ornate textures of the harpsichord and subjects them to the kind of rhythmic violence usually reserved for warehouse techno. It feels both ancient and futuristic, a baroque-rave hybrid that manages to be physically punishing while remaining melodically sophisticated. The production is thick with tape saturation, giving the digital precision a gritty, tactile quality that feels like it was recorded on equipment that is slowly melting.

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