Isn’t it always about patterns on the edge of detectability? Don’t we enjoy lingering on what feels like the growing edge of something alive? All this play of predictability and unpredictability of course must be rendered in sounds that create a physical pleasure, that somehow touch more skin than just that of our ears.

And isn’t it also a delight to be unsure about what we as listeners – unstoppable pattern seekers – have contributed to creating a sensation of order and meaning when we are fed something that both changes and doesn’t change?

the mp3.