Verktyget. The implement. A man, a child, a drunk, non-dj, a genius and beast. Skweee not skweee. A set of events in spacetime that coalesced briefly in Beijing, one being among one billion. When whole, he was fond of introducing himself:
"Languid, nocturnal, and non compos mentis, Verktyget oversees a slick and slow-rolling world of slinky synths and staggered percussion, orchestrated in hiding underneath the city’s nighttime smog and sprawl."
Mad sloth of night-vision, yes. But in retrospect, Verktyget never ventured beneath smog nor sprawl. A silly monkey, he ventured above, intruding the clouds to seek the peaches of immortality. Yet he was not so privileged, and illusions were many. In this potent, dismal city, lush hell of the twenty-first century, he relished the absence of God: but found he could not exist for his own sake. Each of these ten compositions should be heard as a stumble, as a slick and slow-rolling fall down to mortality, as the false expressions of a man stunned and junking on concrete. Each should also be understood as a moment of awareness, an attempt to transcend anew. Like the great lazy-eyed French philosopher to which this album owes its pun, Verktyget felt himself condemned to be free. Beijing and Nothingness marks the liberation of his being, the final supernova of a mind before settling into quantum vacuum.
*All tracks composed on a fifteenth floor in Wangjing, Beijing in 2012. Rediscovered on a fourth floor in Ikebukuro, Tokyo in 2015. No modifications were made before being mastered by the illustrious Cykadeka.