elision by bod [包家巷]

Despite the large numbers of people suffering from depression, being depressed makes us feel further from others than we would ever feel at any other point in our lives. Visually, this isolation would look like a space that the kids might call “liminal.” Sonically, it would sound like elision by bod [包家巷]. Synths that on the surface seem relatively simple lay the groundwork for an absolute nightmare, adorned with field recordings of an outer world full of life and internal monologues from a self just barely holding on for survival. Passage from room to room within this space fails to provide any relief, only increasing the feelings of alienation and anxiety as sirens wail and a layer of noise leaks in from the outside. Where a lot of albums communicate for the benefit of the listener, elision feels like a full-blown exorcism, ejecting pent-up feelings of solitary grief out into the atmosphere. If we allow ourselves to breathe in these fumes, we join bod [包家巷] in the abandoned parking garage of their depressed mind, sharing the burden of a hurt that so often feels impossible to externalize.