"I turned on the radio and it was tuned to five hundred twenty eight Hz. Love hurts, said the DJ."
Hiele Kinsella is Stockholm's Roman Hiele, who you may recognise by his surname alone, a moniker he's used for a number of unusual electronic records, mostly notably the Sings LP issued by Ultra Eczema in 2020. This debut as Hiele Kinsella is an ambiguous reconfiguation of previous exploits, though very much born of the same iconoclastic spirit. The titular A side is the obvious arresting moment here, a six minute long piece, that begins as a spoken word arrangement consisting of a sole female - and almost parodically (probably significantly) English - voice reciting a poem about, it would seem, the hysterical lifecycle of rave subculture. Near two minutes in, atonal electronics are introduced as the narrative shifts from euphoria to horror, sound mirroring sentiment, spiralling to a discordant nightmare end. What meaning can we parse from this? The nauseating wheel of culture. Everything is ruined in the end. Hell is full of good meanings, but heaven is full of good works. So yeah, spot on sound art archness that feels a hell of a lot sharper than i do.
"That five two eight was not the frequency of love, was not the heavenly frequency, but was the frequency of death, was the frequency of the sun moving towards the abyss."