This record was a quick work. Kelman came from his home in LA to the center of the dirty winter in MTL December 13, left on the 19th, and by February the record was done. Neither SUUNS nor Kelman had prepared anything, no idea what to expect. We showed up as musicians should – prepared only with the thousands of hours logged at our instruments, agnostic to outcome, only curious about what could happen in the room that day, that moment. Possibilities. We spent most of that time improvising and exploring while tape ran: different versions, getting closer to the idea each time, stripping away, playing less, fewer layers. The less you play, the more possibilities you hear.
Ben sat at a makeshift desk, writing lyrics, sounding it out through The Vocalist, a ghosty old vocoder.

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