Fugitive Numbers by Universal Cell Unlock

Universal Cell Unlocks Fugitive Numbers feels like a record about memory. Memories looping, paused and superimposed. Something about these pieces feels monumental without reaching for it to be so. The shock of the now, a new world being born within a dying world, a new awareness crowning. A moment telescoping from the banal to the sublime and back again.

Fugitive Numbers has similarities to a film soundtrack but we discover that the film is comprised of individual scenes all glitching on pause, a plate spinner at the end of his act. I'm reminded a bit of Asmus Tietchens Biotop LP. There’s a similar sense of pacing and patience. Like motion lines in a comic panel a sense of momentum is conveyed more than development or changes of scenery, a single film cell illuminated before it flares up. Landscapes blurring into a memory blurring into a familiar smell...exhaust, cigarette smoke, a basement after a party... gone in a flash. Night of the Comet explained third hand. There’s a sense of a kind of floating speed here to me. This is definitely music meant for the car. For driving. That combination of movement and stasis that allows for memories to bubble up, to recombine, to present a challenge...that if you drive fast enough you'll create something... a new world...slip past what is known to something new and absurd, colorful and constantly shifting. To unpause the scene and let it play through.

The tracks are succinct snapshots…an inhale short and deep, exhaled and then gone... little deaths of our daily worlds expressed through overlapping memories, a pile-up of a lifetime of moments slowed down and traced....a head with 6 noses, a grinning set of teeth wrapped around a house, a plane with its legs wide open....a vhs being dubbed over again and again and again

By the end of the record we find ourselves in a room covered in gold bricks. A man approaches and we see that his lungs are on the outside of his body and are made of tiny beads of glass that illuminate with each breath he takes. As they glow with a deep dark blue our focus zooms in on a cluster of dense matter that explodes as a car cuts through it and over the radio the words "PENETRATION PENETRATION PENETRATION!" send us into a dream. --Bill Nace Philadelphia 2025

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