They tell you not to judge a book by its cover, but what if that cover tells you what it is? In the concrete poem that adorns the vinyl sleeve of Ben Vida’s Oblivion Seekers, three lines pretty much summarise what to expect: “Muttering ambient language / cutting into the past / with the future spilling out around us”. Because that’s just what you get across the album’s four protracted, slackened tracks, where duologues of spoken word paint an abstract, absurd picture of living, communicating and feeling, broken up into poetic fragments set to music.
But before I scare you off, let me first say: this is a beautiful album, and that, it seems, is part of the point. Oblivion Seekers continues Vida’s move to a more analogue way of thinking…

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