there will be no miracles here

Seven bagpipe players in an arc seated on stools, the instrument wedged between the thigh and the abdomen, three basin players, close to the ground, cauldrons on their tripods produce a continuum of sound. A dissociation is created between the simplicity offered to the eye and the complexity received by the ear. As Éliane Radigue so aptly puts it, “the simplest is always the best.” Drones, rush, there is nothing miraculous or spectacular, rather a stripping down for which each movement of the players is of great importance. There will be no miracles here sounds like this: an apparent simplicity producing an incredible assemblage.Seven bagpipe players in an arc on stools, the instrument wedged between the thigh and the abdomen, three basin players, close to the ground, cauldrons on their tripods produce a continuum of sound. A dissociation is created between the simplicity offered to the eye and the complexity received by the ear. As Éliane Radigue so aptly puts it, “the simplest is always the best.” Drones, rush, there is nothing miraculous or spectacular, rather a stripping down for which each movement of the players is of great importance. There will be no miracles here sounds like this: an apparent simplicity producing an incredible assemblage.