With NK/TES, Saša Vojvodić offers us a micro-intensity focus on the work of the illustrious figure.
A sugar-coated summary? Assuredly, when one considers the overpowering volume of empty noise. This same summary could, with a frown, dismiss this work to the overcrowded shores of synthetic Ambient—a fatal error and a hasty judgment that would make this album the sonic object that it is not. Here, intimacy is measured in a space that compels the unconditional, preliminary abandonment of one's bearings.
NK/TES only reveals itself at the cost of extreme precautions, if not a certain distance and the erosion of a time which, in the end, won't do much.
Le temps n'y fera pas grand chose, sinon la distance, réduite à la portion congrue quand on parle de deux décennies. Qu'avons-nous fait ? Qu'avez-vous dit ? La distance ? Celle qui sépare les émois de COLORS, quelques signaux amicaux et des chemins qui, selon toute logique, s'appliquent à prendre la tangente.

