Hissing, rustle and clicks while sounding of three tracks from Mort Aux Vaches interlace into one soft pillow, on which comfortably settled long-drawn-out moans of melodica, ring of xylophone, snatches of string instruments and other unidentified sounds. Noise artifacts of analogue monsters are situated strikingly close, it seems they start touching your body, gently touch and prick skin on face and hands. Very intimate situation disposing to rest and submission yourself to dense, voluminous thought. The sounds of this music are like dusty sun ray in a dark room filled with smoke of long thoughtfulness - matt, rough, warm and very sad. In the cloud of acoustic abstractions one can recognize the shades of some releases by Rutger Zuydervelt (aka Machinefabriek), but it makes me glad that Wouter van Veldhoven presented his original theme, not copying anyone.
- Wouter van Veldhoven