room in a moon house (2021) CD in digipak package
Questionably ambient excursions for intimate environments. Eurorack electronics, feedback, sampling, processing, recorded at Pulsewidth studio summer 2021.
"There’s something transcendent about this latest Pulsewidth missive, a ‘reimagining’ of sorts that manifests all kinds of literal and metaphorical influences (cf, early period Tangerine Dream, Tod Dockstader, Carl Stone, Pauline Oliveros, Asmus Tietchens) as the mutative sounds themselves replicate and transform into an entirely different beast altogether. It’s all steadfastly psychedelic too, despite the manner with which that word is casually tossed about; the shimmering synthetic lace curtains adorning “Room Northwest” might have been inspired foursquare from some askew Lynchian fever dream, filigrees of wow and flutter metastasizing in a bloom of digital aurorae. “The Temporal Void” is a classic representation of deeply-traveled space music, sounds mimicking the ultraviolet residue of quasars as they pulsate and radiate along some explorer’s perpetual star trek. Overall, the album reveals Myers’ fascination with area, region, nonplaces, twilight zones; the imagery of lost souls navigating within cosmic spaces, née rooms, is sketched out across time and infinity. The doors providing access to “Room Southwest” and “Room Center” might juggle the colors of the Matrix, one red, one blue; crossing either threshold, the listener is ultimately swallowed by reflections tone-bright and golden-eyed (“Southwest”) or cast into whirlpools of ecstatic organ and quicksand techno throb (“Center”). Myers’s command of his modules is absolute, his motifs riveting in the extreme, a contemporary spirit guide to high tech. Never has the phrase ‘ghost in the machine’ been any more apt. Luminous." - Darren Bergstein, DMG
"There’s something transcendent about this latest Pulsewidth missive, a ‘reimagining’ of sorts that manifests all kinds of literal and metaphorical influences (cf, early period Tangerine Dream, Tod Dockstader, Carl Stone, Pauline Oliveros, Asmus Tietchens) as the mutative sounds themselves replicate and transform into an entirely different beast altogether. It’s all steadfastly psychedelic too, despite the manner with which that word is casually tossed about; the shimmering synthetic lace curtains adorning “Room Northwest” might have been inspired foursquare from some askew Lynchian fever dream, filigrees of wow and flutter metastasizing in a bloom of digital aurorae. “The Temporal Void” is a classic representation of deeply-traveled space music, sounds mimicking the ultraviolet residue of quasars as they pulsate and radiate along some explorer’s perpetual star trek. Overall, the album reveals Myers’ fascination with area, region, nonplaces, twilight zones; the imagery of lost souls navigating within cosmic spaces, née rooms, is sketched out across time and infinity. The doors providing access to “Room Southwest” and “Room Center” might juggle the colors of the Matrix, one red, one blue; crossing either threshold, the listener is ultimately swallowed by reflections tone-bright and golden-eyed (“Southwest”) or cast into whirlpools of ecstatic organ and quicksand techno throb (“Center”). Myers’s command of his modules is absolute, his motifs riveting in the extreme, a contemporary spirit guide to high tech. Never has the phrase ‘ghost in the machine’ been any more apt. Luminous." - Darren Bergstein, DMG
