Horaflora ‎– The Gland Canyon

Install ‎– Installation 12
CDr, Album, Limited Edition


1 oRFLooRE 10:25
2 A WIN, DIN, THUSor... 11:33
3 goargalor fantasy '54 10:40
4 jharred phyleart 25:05
5 what did the ghost say to the bee_ Boo, Bee! 16:19



Limited edition of 50 copies, available exclusively from the INSTALL webshop or from Horaflora live appearances. This album, while sharing the title of <a href="http://www.discogs.com/Hora-Flora-The-Gland-Canyon/release/1109981">a previous release at Dolor Del Estamago in 2007</a>, is a more "updated" work and is considered a different release, and not a reissue.

Notes on disc read "Binaurally recorded, headphones highly recommended"

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May 15, 2012
From Aquarius Records, San Francisco:
Bay Area sound artist Raub Roy goes by the name of Horaflora; and his performances are really impressive exercises in controlled electro-acoustic chaos, with low-tech electronics skittering above various tactile scrapes counterpointed by reversed currents of placid bass frequencies and tonal undulation. One of his best performance stunts is to fill up large balloons, shove a trumpet mouthpiece inside the balloon, and drop the metal mouthpiece on a large drumhead. With two of these devices going, Horaflora can generate prolonged vibration and acoustically phased drones that are really amazing.
Gland Canyon is a small run edition released by Instal Records (which had released a Caretaker disc a while back, although this shares little aesthetic similarity), and works through many of the clamorous, decomposing sounds that Horaflora generates in a live setting. It can't be qualified as 'noise' as these collages are more in keeping with a tradition of automatic writing through sound, with idiosyncratic juxtapositions of electronic bloops, ring modulated flanges, minuscule clatter of wood and metal, mad-scientist weirdo percolations, and those sublimated balloon drones. As such it's more in keeping with some of the HNAS collages or something deconstructed from Small Cruel Party and old P.16.D4 tapes. The various tracks ebb and flow with an unhurried pace that slowly magnifies some of the many sounds into more sparse hypno-repetitive passages and then sweep everything into rather dense crescendos of scattershot sediment.