Self Cancellation – Seed Burn / adh
Lee Patterson Rhodri Davies
Rhodri Davies plays two deconstructed harps. Lee Patterson examines the sonic properties of burning nuts.
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Rhodri Davies plays two deconstructed harps. Lee Patterson examines the sonic properties of burning nuts.
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