Usually concealed in dense foliage

From the forthcoming album: A Field Guide to Phantasmic Birds

All the birds I never recorded, and some I did.

Re-imagined. Stretched and stuttering, glitching and morphing, swirling and sputtering.

Artifact and performance, digital bits all.

I imagine them swooping and calling in these scaffolds of sound I have made for them.

Gleaming amid technicolour jungles. Alive, unassailable; in a world we haven't ruined.

In a field recording I never made.