This is the story of a Telegram audio message suddenly poured and cast into the materiality of a vinyl record. Is it a correspondence archive? Above all it’s a field recording a moment bit torn from everydayness where Androo found some fresh air in a church in Sardinia and started playing the organ. Next we’re in Naples and Androo is playing a tiny instrument as we can hear sporadically the street hum in the background. This was all recorded on an already too old iPhone during the summer of 2023. As always oscillating between heterogeneous elements the album builds bridges between a radical and strangely romantic musique concrète (so slightly reminiscent of particular Luc Ferrari pieces) drawing inspirations from American minimalism as well as traditional Sardinian music (which Androo listens to every morning) and a special kind of gospel-modal-jazz. Mostly this is a very personal album (or its script) the fragments of a journey with no makeup. This is what it is.