Words by Sean Moeller, Illustration by Johnnie Cluney, Recording engineered by Grant Johnson at Good Danny's, Austin, Texas
The way that this Denitia and Sene session plays out, it reminds us of the attraction of the recluse, of putting yourself into a solitary place, of just having everything bounce around inside, against the walls. The pulsing goes nowhere. The jitters just stagger and linger long. These songs are dramas of such intimate depths that they register in a haunting way. Everything is in the chamber. Everything is gumming and gaming. Everything is toed up to the cliff, to the very edge, where the reactions are capable of spilling out and toppling, going either way. They ruminate, "Why do we fall in love?" and the words are like vapors. They are chunks of heavy air. They've got invisible bodies and still they can hit like a ton of bricks. They can down you.