No mere mortal can resist \ The evil of the thriller
Two fragile unrelated mini-melodies collide in a random reichian-tape-delay fight, battle it out in marred reverb, compression and unending echo chambers, get twisted and stretched to break a few bones in the last round and finally lay to rest on the ground forever after expiring. Recorded with les moyens du bord, I suggest you initally turn down the volume by 20%.
Join Sir David Attenborough and I as we imagine spying on a simulated digital troop of capuchin monkeys in South America, whispering in hushed, yet excited British tones about their adventures in the tropical simulacra...
It's not strictly a 3/4 waltz, but its steel drums help it sweep gracefully across the floor...
Meener meener meener ambient earthlings!