One listen for this one and it was quite easy to write. I’m not sure why as I was doing a fair bit of thinking about what it was that I was writing.

Anyway, I think this covers the song well enough. I think there are betters ways in which I could’ve described what was happening, but I also think this song is quite flexible in that regard.

Akusmi’s “Sarinbuana” is from Fleeting Future.

I hope you enjoy.

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Percussion hangs in the air and echoes out both long and short. Woodwind buzzes here and there, and lingers and cuts short, or at least seeming does. A beat reveals itself, seemingly cutting into everything whilst creating a sense of relation. The woodwind buzzes a little less and starts following the beat. It moves up and down and elongates and cuts short, and more and more come in. More percussion and more woodwind and it almost seems like everything is getting in line with everything else.

Low bass hums along and now there’s a sense of floor as the instruments go marching along. They march along with a slight sense of the twisted but there’s a bit of joy and festiveness there too, and suddenly it all stops.

In this new space the buzzing is back, but it’s a bit more like a squeaking, sort of. Bits come and go and maybe it’s Morse code, and there are some sounds in the distant background, seemingly looking on, seemingly not. Maybe those sounds aren’t actually there, but the focus is on what the woodwind is doing, and maybe there’s some brass there too. Some become smooth and flow over space and others seem to bounce, and that percussion returns and everything is joining everything again. Everything is creating a form and now the bass is there, underscoring and taking a more active role.

This is a low and yet high dramatic form to take and it’s steady. Most of everything smooths out now as the beat reveals itself more. It’s all quiet and smooth; well, maybe not quiet but it’s not pushing for being loud. There’s a comfortable space here where everything feels lively, but it seems to flow too. Maybe it flows in a breeze or maybe it flows underwater, but it’s as gentle as it is steady, and there remains a liveliness.

There’s calm, even as the percussion seems to become louder and other sounds pull away, and it all flows and drifts and moves in stillness. It all suddenly stops once the percussion does, leaving a few instruments to drift away as the song ends.