Guy Goldstein -

The piece is an arrangement of dismantled radio parts rearranged and rewired to form a new kind of machine. This device is not meant to transmit one clear message, instead it picks up on and broadcasts an environment of sounds, producing its own meaning through the combination of signals, which is inevitably time- and site-specific. The space’s sound is an ongoing rustle in which no narrative defeats the other. Though none can be made out as clear language, they form another kind of conversation through waves of volume and content: at the round hour most of them play the news, and some unite in their broadcast to overpower the rest; At night, or during rush hour, the energy of the broadcasts changes; and so on. The resulting sound has no beginning or end, but it has a rhythm. The chaos is more than simply noise, because at any moment it represents the multiplicity of messages, of voices, which are fighting for our attention – the old-fashioned medium still allows for an overlay of the messages in real time and location, whereas the multiplicity of online messages would be timeless, placeless, and impossible to map. The contradiction to online space is also reflected in the device’s failure in accumulative logic: the “wiki” notion that by collecting a mass of information some most likely truth can be recognized is completely negated. The accumulation leads here instead to chaos, the different messages are blended into an ongoing sound which can only be appreciated aesthetically, not rationally.