I Know No Weekend is like a sanctuary for sounds that were lost, forgotten or dismissed.
It's a boiling, gigantic room with no walls to close it, hosting a chaotic melting-pot of sonic samples without any goal to pursue. But this anarchic cohabitation finds a new meaning between Glotman's hands, compelling his lone subjects to collaborate, eventually creating a fragile order from what we imagined a lost cause.
And so these purposeless beings unexpectedly live again, waiting to be called by us.
Favorite track: Lightning With Stag In Its Glare.