Thus far this is one of the stronger songs from the album this song is from. It follows similar processes to some of the others, and even though the melody it uses is “short” in a sense, it does something with it that keeps things interesting and benefits the whole thing overall.

I went in with no particular aim. I had a feeling I’d be describing the song as it happened and that’s what I stuck with mostly, and I think that works here. I also think it would’ve been fine to go into some sort of tangent based around imagery, but that didn’t happen, so yeah.

Akusmi’s “Longing for Tomorrow” is from Fleeting Future.

I hope you enjoy.

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Horns echo a short echo, playing out into the silence. Another comes in, in phase but not with the rest, then disappears. Keys roll in, as does bass and another horn. Some of that pulls away soon after but then bass comes in more firmly, or at least something more clearly bass does, and so does percussion.

The sounds stay still but the bass changes, altering the feel of the established. More percussion comes into the distance and steadily they seem to move, though possibly one brass moves out of phase for a moment, or at least seems like it does. But then it’s not just a moment and it always seems like it’s off, but perhaps it never is.

The sounds shrink and the percussion is more revealed, and something washes through it all, and then a bit more space. Echoing percussion as most thins seem to shrink and then a bit more space. It’s a cluttering of sounds but it is not overwhelming, and it’s brief.

A sense of cacophony now and the bass returns and its melodic loop continues, as does everything else. The cacophony is slow and still and transforming and it grows sharp in places and seemingly disappears, swallowed into itself but it’s still there. It’s seemingly languid but it’s also full of energy. Maybe hesitant.

Everything pulls away and leaves a few sounds to move in the quiet whilst a hum seems to hover for a moment. It disappears and eventually what sounds like a saxophone drifts on here and there, finding a place before moving to the next. Percussive sounds grow and extend between each other, and a sound that may have been a horn earlier beeps away, and maybe none of them were horns but it doesn’t matter.

Everything left soon comes to a stop and the song ends.