Antez/Ruhl duet does not work the sound material, it delivers it gross. No careful
manufacture or musical sophistication, just the thousand sounds of squealing
metal, resonating skins, sticky saliva. And in order to reveal all these acoustic
asperities, to let the listener consider all these details, Antez and Ruhl stretch
the time like the stitches of a knitwear where one wants to observe moth larvae.