Written & Produced by Mtch
Mastered @ Underarrow
Glitch Artwork by Mitch Cramer
Design by kounterpart
A highly multifarious waltz through uncharted territory of the subconscious by long time collaborator and fellow soundscapes traveller MTCH.
» SPLT / RLM « takes you on an unpredictable path across pre-civilizational topographies. With each single step forward new unforseen views wait to be discovered on this trail towards a seemingly endless horizon. Don`t forget your weatherproof jacket. We wish you you a pleasant journey!
„This is a dark and reflective journey, recommended only for the more intrepid of explorers who are fully prepared to be taken places and feel things that may not always be happy or pleasing, but will reward you with a unique and cohesive sonic experience. With Splt/Rlm, Mtch has effectively shown what a post-apocalyptic world overrun with failing technology quite possibly could sound like, and it really is a beautifully chaotic thing.“
[Review — Ear Candy]
You are on the edge of a very precarious precipice, looking into a sea of zeroes and ones, a faint noise rising from amidst the void-esque pool. Suddenly, a machine unlike anything ever seen appears from the swirling mass, and for a moment, seeming to be suspended in time before emitting a strange, jagged tone drenched in reverb followed by a rhythmic pulse that seemed to contradict logic itself. This is the how the story of Splt/Rlm begins.
Mtch offers up a delightful array of synthetic hooks and polymorphing textures, fueled with seemingly endless permutational structures and illogical ideas constructed with the only purpose to be broken down and fed back into the machine. It’s as if being led on a personal tour through a malfunctioning computer system, laden with viruses slowly eroding the data structures and exposing their constituent parts.
Splt/Rlm is an unrelenting aural adventure, bounding through the ruins of futuristic post-humanity with robotic precision and complete disregard for convention. Every track tells a tale of a distant land that is succumbing to the weight of technology, hypnotized by the endless thrum of malfunctioning machines, being subconsciously lulled to their ultimate demise. There is no sense in this mechanical lullaby, just a slight feeling of discomfort as the glitchy, dilapidated sound design probes deep into your mind and begins to take control, forcing visions of broken code and syntax errors. This is the world of Splt/Rlm.