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This is where the sounds of the machine meet the sounds of the world. A protracted club experience distilled into a cinematic, immersive whole. Clark's chiseled vision of techno contextualized for a post-rave environment - the clean, cold edges of technology eroded over time to produce raw, fascinating new textures. These textures lay the foundations for a hugely kaleidoscopic listening experience. 'I wanted to let the weather in with this album', Clark explains. 'It's outward looking, it's drenched in sounds of the outside world, sounds free from human intervention: branches crackling in the wind, storms brewing, the stillness of settling snow. It's all in there, amongst the crunch of industrial machinery'. The essence of the new being carved from an unheard ancientness appears throughout CLARK, a tactile interaction between alien elements creating something that would not have otherwise existed.
