Maybe this is the fifth or sixth release from an anonymous/unnameable copycat recorder known as johann wlight. it's difficult to pin the music and the person down. in a scene with such limited appeal, it takes a certain abstruseness for wlight to be so wilfully obscure. these home made recordings arrived at sijis unlabelled and wrapped in an old newspaper. was it a gift, a demo or a warning? eventually a correspondence was set up but only by a chance meeting at a merchandise table. described by wlight as a 'condension of all johann wlight recordings to date'. 'dauswkn' is 30 minutes of imperceptible shifts between the ignorable and the mesmerising. silent voices, keyboards and the sound of life away from the screen make up this wonderful release that exposes all the lazy drone makers out there. each listen brings out new layers and new discoveries. only wlight could risk such a release: so empty of reference points, yet so calm and surefooted. the karaoke decomposer's greatest work to date. i promised not to say enigmatic or mysterious but i've run out of adjectives.

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Another nice artifact by Wlight, whose canvases grow more and more interesting as I get to know his music better. Through careful juxtapositions of concrete sounds, field recordings and static electronics Johann depicts a sort of warped image, almost painful in its unquietness. Releasing emotional mumblings with a dropper, without the need of dazzling lights and spectacular tricks, the composer acts with masterful balance and matching emphasis on the right spots of emotional sedimentation. In "Dauswkn" technology and human frailty reach a complex interaction, best enjoyable in moments like the delicate duo between a fax machine's signal and birds' chants (about 24 minutes into the piece). Wlight's work is made of sensations so digging that, at the end of the record, you just realize they have emptied your brain.  (TOUCHING EXTREMES)  Massimo Ricci

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