The North

Two pieces from Logic Moon that face away from the light. The North is not a place on a map, it is a direction of travel — and everything that way gets colder, thinner, quieter.

Spectre opens in half-light. Sustained tones that never quite resolve, something moving at the edge of hearing. The North follows it out into the open, where the air is thin enough to see through and the reverb runs longer than it should.

Ethereal, but not weightless. Something is underneath.