A remarkably lucid and targeted vision that cuts through the haze like a sniper’s bullet soars over an opium field.
There’s a tenderness within Gazdanov that seems to recall Carson McCullers or Anne Tyler
I wanted to layer, interweave and repeat instrumental loops to a point whereby it was almost like breathing.
I’ve been listening to a lot of Brian Eno and Vangelis (particularly the Blade Runner soundtrack) lately…
The Judge and His Hangman could be devoured in a single sitting, its haunting contents continuing to unspool for days after the backcover folds over.
As if Graham Greene took The Comedians and got Hunter S Thompson to take it out the brain-boiling wilderness for a spot of fear and loathing.