Territorial Gobbing – You Have My Permission To Dance [CS] Sound Art / Sound Poetry Although her sonics were whacked

Although her sonics were whacked as hell

saxophonist Daniel Huck

punking us by eerily leaning forward in suggestion rather than ever actually blasting off

appearing on the surface as relatively bare-boned singer-songwriter recordings

with long hypnotic free form rock hysteria

Territorial Gobbing – You Have My Permission To Dance [CS] Sound Art / Sound Poetry Although her sonics were whacked"This stuff isn't really noise music anymore. That was the intent once but now I am trying to get into the belly of music. Are songs music? I think this is music. The organisation of the worlds sounds. Zithers, pianos being cleaned, walnut shells, reel to reel hiss, Instagram slop, feedback and panpipes. They are all divisions of the one sound, probably. The singing makes it human I hope Abstraction for the heart and body. You have my permission to