As if morphemes were reshaped without considering any meaning, instead of looking for harmony in their textures and combinations, the sonic dialogue eventually turns into an aural sculpture. A gentle, insistent music emerges in the opening monitor, only to immediately get elongated by the use of synthesizers. A distinctive word turns inside out and settles down as a sound rock as each word transforms into a vibration that encounters its unique beginning when looped.
Valley of Language occasionally allows solitude to enter just in time, but it’s not an unsettling practice because it allows the audience to hear what noise has become. ” Faint Wall” items to the importance of listening, as its delicate looks travel across room, bringing up reverberations that fade into each other. The song’s hearing style transcends any physical restrictions, with no real boundary being crossed by the desire to discover what’s on the other side. This makes songs a space for discussion where opposing air tides start moving side to side. Their sound layers continue to expand as they stack on top of one another until they mix into a hill of sound, a large volume that flows in its own place, sounding as strong as it is evanescent.
Xu andamp; Francis Gri have grown aware of the fact that audio enables them to experiment with space and time while playing revolutionary activities. Their mutual understanding of vibe disposes of time, remaining still, but not precisely suspended, echoes linger on howling winds, creating a space for music reminiscences and sound apparitions. ” Untied” is a show of their attention, an instant unfolding into several different pieces, broken down into small glimmers of melody that, although small, accumulate into a whole and build a new and ever-changing atmosphere. What initially seemed like transitory moments turn out to be everlasting audio formations as the transient begins to feel familiar.
In” Misty Words”, Valley of Language’s shapeshifting and constructive music starts stabilizing and comes to a close. The belief is obscured until it fades into a cloudy haze as the sound and wind thicken. ( Gilberto Cárdenas )