“It seems that the inventive Italian sound-maker Andrea Gastaldello, the real name of the man behind the Mingle curtains, picks single adjectives to describe the “property” of the tracks he embeds in his releases. It’s just a personal impression and it’s valid only for the stuff he dropped on Ukrainian label Kvitnu. The first output, “Static”, featured somehow ‘static’ (or seemingly calm) tracks, and well ‘ephemeral’ sounds like a suitable tag to describe the features of this new bunch of tracks (again masterfully mastered by Eraldo Bernocchi). Any resounding entity in the eight (plus the ninth one “Vaporized”, available as a bonus for the digital format only) tracks of this psychoactive listening experience seems to fade away after their appearance, but this process is rarely abrupt. The only “solid” entities are the digital hits, but the rhythmical pattern act like an anode and a cathode in electrolysis, as they seem to attract the ions he dissolves in his wisely controlled sonic pools. Even in tracks where this process doesn’t lie on digital hits or clicks (as on “Lost”, where the ‘rhythm’ gets built on short bursts of an electric current and a bleep that is similar to ones for cardiac monitoring), the other entities get somehow dissolved. The final step of this process, “Ancestral”, has something lukewarmly mystical and willingly uncodified, as if Mingle wants to keep secret the result of this full awareness of ephemeral nature of things (maybe the genuine awareness of self?). It seems such an ‘ephemeral’ nature of Mingle’s sonic explorations in this release (the last one of a four-chapter series, including “Movements” and “Masks” on Tannen Records, besides the above-mentioned “Static”), as the attached notes let guess: “The ticking of an old alarm clock, keeping the time, relentless… Certain vanishing moments, they become dreams that you can’t seize – dreams pass, weightless. They don’t happen. that very instant – it’s when you’re looking for relief, detached from anguish, far from reality. The daily ephemeral dose speeds up, it becomes frantic and doesn’t stop. Desire translates to immediate enjoyment. Everything goes quickly, everything vanishes into some fresh ambition, in the illusion of something new, fast. The true essence of desire lies in absence”. Wise description for a listening experience that I recommend in an ephemerally warm (vanishing into a frosting…?) way.”
