Based in Vienna, Davor Mikan “creates music about failure, beauty, lust and delusion in the context of psychoacoustic effects and in a personal sense (self-delusion).†Translation: this is a 37-minute CD with 31 very short tracks, which the author developed in the last four years. His procedures include algorithms, handmade music (meaning what?), generative graphic tools and granular synthesis. These descriptions give only a faint idea of how the record appears, although understanding is not difficult given the label we’re dealing with: “fragmentariness†is indeed the necessary password. There’s no chance to get used to something, because that something is not even there. Glimpses of ideas appear then crumble and break, disfigured by the studio treatment; sheer noise accompanies the subsequent disillusion. Milliseconds of silence, then a graceful looped melody sounds as if termites were munching its core. Flint-hearted noises and ultra-distorted rejects form bodies whose shape and colour is nevertheless accepted and, in a way, loved like an ugly sister. The canon is more or less the same throughout the duration of the disc, which is a realistic example of manipulation of sonic snippets that sounds good without being historic. Still, this is a stayer, made with extreme care and respect for the overall artistic concept, whatever that be.