The compositions of the Hamburg-based artist Nika Son, which draw on techniques of musique concrète, seem to stem from an enthusiasm for the particle, the snapshot and, nomen est omen: the concrete. For sounds, the tone. It gurgles, splashes and speaks from the tracks of Nika Son's first solo LP "To Eeyore", which brings together collage-like impressiveness and the exploratory nature of an essay. Speech samples and modified field recordings buzz, roll and slide through her music like through a blurred Escher painting, and Nika Son determines the rules of logic. She does not betray them, however, and wraps the concrete, the individual, in attractive vagueness without ever letting it sink. (Lasse Eskold Nehren)