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when it somes to norwegian drone music three things come to mind: sindre bjerga, head honcho of the fabulous gold soundz commonwealth, his main-squeeze jan who dispatches harsh-noise nugs in his own right on the tibprod express and icebergs. i can safetly assert that neither bjerga or iversen are conducting their 21st century dronescrapers from the echelons of iceburgs. their ongoing collab project finds the two pressing their bustling intonation devices to the feculence of the suburban trash heap, collecting languid tone repose from the torpor of sputtering instruments meant for rags. this is the future of impoverished musics that everybody has heard about, the sound of low batteries in the post-kaleidoscopic void, the skeletal repose of melodic felicity. beniffer editions urges you to toast to the end of icebergs!
this cdr comes in an elaborately folded tap-paper draw bridge, screened and made frigid like norwegian winter to serve.