Mika, famous for his Panasonic excursions and solo work as Ø, has finally brought out some stuff under his own name. Listen along as he primes, then fine tunes his pneumatic devices, limbers up with a burst of groundhum before reclining against a sonic wall of hissing grit. Sounds of information reduced to their smallest common denominators. Frosty machine language. The reveries of circuitry. Bit-reduction. Wings of bass. And then, after three tracks which intensely and deftly tweak the spaces between the Hertz, there's track 4, a soft rising of sap, the fragility and transcience of shadows, respiration of a cell. Onko means 'It is'. And it is.
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Cat. number: TO:34
Year: 1997
