Dusk / Dawn
From the psychedelic shack in Northumberland, Simon Price (kandodo) has spent two years coaxing these sounds into being, eighty minutes, four sides, each a branch reaching out from the same shimmering sonic tree. A slow unfurling of heady drift and cosmic fuzz,the sound bending like light across the equinox, refracted through delays, flanges and fuzz until it folds in on itself. Hugo Morgan (the heads) joins on low-end duties, sending tremors through the deep ether where the basslines  anchor the drift, turning the horizon to liquid and the floor to vibration
Four longform trips, each a 20-minute drift through the same solar pulse seen from different angles, all refracted through a sike sonic toolbox. A headphone treat at 20,000 feet or cranked loud on the stereo. Theyâre glimmering portals, longform meditations, head-expanding drift zones to lose yourself in, built for the hour when everything dissolves, preferably at 2AM, lights low, synapses wide open, the turntable spinning like a slow planet. Each side a transmission that captures the same essence but from a different vantage point. âSolsticeâ brings the march of fuzz, tremeloes pulling you under. The dub burns with the bright hum of eternal noons and shards of phased harmonics. âDuskâ slinks into the cool breath of the coming dark. âDawnâ lets slip earthly bounds and shimmers into deep space, going beyond beyond.
Dubbed, delayed, distorted, this is kandodo in full expansion mode, an an aural equinox, a sonic solstice, a total double dissolver.
One pulse, four horizons, infinite zones. Drop the needle, watch time blur and dive deep. See yous on the other side.Â
Dusk / Dawn
From the psychedelic shack in Northumberland, Simon Price (kandodo) has spent two years coaxing these sounds into being, eighty minutes, four sides, each a branch reaching out from the same shimmering sonic tree. A slow unfurling of heady drift and cosmic fuzz,the sound bending like light across the equinox, refracted through delays, flanges and fuzz until it folds in on itself. Hugo Morgan (the heads) joins on low-end duties, sending tremors through the deep ether where the basslines  anchor the drift, turning the horizon to liquid and the floor to vibration
Four longform trips, each a 20-minute drift through the same solar pulse seen from different angles, all refracted through a sike sonic toolbox. A headphone treat at 20,000 feet or cranked loud on the stereo. Theyâre glimmering portals, longform meditations, head-expanding drift zones to lose yourself in, built for the hour when everything dissolves, preferably at 2AM, lights low, synapses wide open, the turntable spinning like a slow planet. Each side a transmission that captures the same essence but from a different vantage point. âSolsticeâ brings the march of fuzz, tremeloes pulling you under. The dub burns with the bright hum of eternal noons and shards of phased harmonics. âDuskâ slinks into the cool breath of the coming dark. âDawnâ lets slip earthly bounds and shimmers into deep space, going beyond beyond.
Dubbed, delayed, distorted, this is kandodo in full expansion mode, an an aural equinox, a sonic solstice, a total double dissolver.
One pulse, four horizons, infinite zones. Drop the needle, watch time blur and dive deep. See yous on the other side.Â
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From the psychedelic shack in Northumberland, Simon Price (kandodo) has spent two years coaxing these sounds into being, eighty minutes, four sides, each a branch reaching out from the same shimmering sonic tree. A slow unfurling of heady drift and cosmic fuzz,the sound bending like light across the equinox, refracted through delays, flanges and fuzz until it folds in on itself. Hugo Morgan (the heads) joins on low-end duties, sending tremors through the deep ether where the basslines  anchor the drift, turning the horizon to liquid and the floor to vibration
Four longform trips, each a 20-minute drift through the same solar pulse seen from different angles, all refracted through a sike sonic toolbox. A headphone treat at 20,000 feet or cranked loud on the stereo. Theyâre glimmering portals, longform meditations, head-expanding drift zones to lose yourself in, built for the hour when everything dissolves, preferably at 2AM, lights low, synapses wide open, the turntable spinning like a slow planet. Each side a transmission that captures the same essence but from a different vantage point. âSolsticeâ brings the march of fuzz, tremeloes pulling you under. The dub burns with the bright hum of eternal noons and shards of phased harmonics. âDuskâ slinks into the cool breath of the coming dark. âDawnâ lets slip earthly bounds and shimmers into deep space, going beyond beyond.
Dubbed, delayed, distorted, this is kandodo in full expansion mode, an an aural equinox, a sonic solstice, a total double dissolver.
One pulse, four horizons, infinite zones. Drop the needle, watch time blur and dive deep. See yous on the other side.Â
