A dream, after drawing too many charts. Surreal. Or too real, not sure. Images: inside frames. Sounds, though, fall through. People are reassured by containers, they keep the insides from leaking out, they keep the picture safely separate from the world. Machines require frames and frequently need reminders to respect their boundaries. When machine frames fail, people find it jarring in vision. Then the machines have to be gently, algorithmically nudged back into compliance. Can’t go around jarring the humans. At least not all the time.

In sound it can be more interesting though. In a physical structure, like a house or a window, falling through frames tends to be a catastrophe, a crash. But in in music falling through frames, even a crash, can produce unexpected delights.

In a film, a frame of someone falling is a still picture of one step in an extended sequence. Most frames viewed by themselves look just fine. Only when the thing is put in motion does the falling through frames happen. And if the image falls through while the movie is moving, it simply falls out of the picture. But sound, that is a different story. Sound is always in motion, and even in movies, much of the sound happens outside the frame. How is that so?

rreplay’s new album, a dance of fingers and machines, of algorithms and soul, destruction and creation, does all this falling through frames but with our ears, a little like the sonic version of Dali’s timepiece or Escher’s windowsill

Enjoy rreplay again and again!