Hell yeah, sonic art!

Below is a new piece of mine, which I wrote last week. It's called The Corners Kept Their Secrets Where There Were Claw Marks In The Dust, which is a Dylan Thomas line before y'all start thinking I've become even more pretentious than usual. Granted, I am up my own arse, but in this case my pretension is filtered through that of one of Swansea's favourite sons, which, by my reckoning, makes it acceptable.



Its title aside, the piece exists as an effort, on my part, to write something only using sound-objects sourced from small noises: if left to my own devices, the acousmatic music I write is generally pretty full-on and bombastic, and I wanted to have a turn being a delicate little flower. I let myself down slightly, and there are two loud noises in there (both drum hits), but, generally speaking, I think I managed not to resort to my fall-back position of 'oh this is getting a bit dull, why don't we whack in a scream / some white noise / the sound of a building falling over'...

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think and that.