A live duet for Yoshizawa's "homemade electric vertical five strings bass" and Dae Hwan's drum kit. I think this performance is all about pressure points and their administration amid a near maniacal adherence to a minimal form. You could say there's a stoic stubbornness here, a refusal to stray from a repetitive task in order to mine it's hidden riches. Meanwhile, life goes on around that work, displaying all its variety of form and function. A busy fly on a worn ruler, or a strong wind battering an old house. Yoshizawa manufactures a dizzying array of crumbling stonework and chipped paint patterns, while the drummer tries in vain to blow that house down.

It seems that the drums here could also function as a throbbing mantra thrown against the incoming weather system of roar and squall, a stubborn refusal to cave. He is building a wall, even as the hurricane gains strength and threatens to carry the whole endeavor off and away. An odd tension is thereby assembled, suspended to near the end when you realize that, yes, there are a few cymbals in the arsenal waiting to be deployed. Just that extra bit of mortar which emphatically re-states the intention. This cannot hold. And yet, it does.