On a sabbatical drift for the afternoon, head transported to a pillow, beneath an open window, in Cambodia, with aural surveillance panning over jungles, marketplaces, “distant ancient rites of dawn, village sounds recorded from bicycle baskets, ensemble street performances, and wedding party music echoing through the ballroom of an abandoned mansion.” These sounds, as real as the title suggests, were absorbed in travel by Stephen Molyneux.
Stephen Molyneux | Cambodian Field Recordings (Side A)
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