DESCRIPTION
There’s a traditional instrument in Bali called a Rindik, a bamboo xylophone with a dry, percussive tone. When Roniit and I were living there we bought one and I set up some mics, to make a sampler out of it.
I wrote this piece with it during the EXUVIUM writing period. I feel like it brought a sort of primal weight to the rest of the album — ritualistic, almost. It was on there as an interlude in the first draft, and I had planned to continue writing and expand it, but in the end the soul of the track just didn’t quite carry the narrative forward in the way I wanted. The album was already a body in the process of shedding, and this felt more like a pause than a furthering of the depth of the wound.