Composer and sound art Noémi Büchi's EP Hyle is a plunge down the conceptual mineshaft of metaphysics. Taking as her thesis the conclusion that no matter exists independently, she immerses herself in a cosmos of liminal escapades, a process that makes the mundane a new sort of sensuous, and which authorizes sensation as an instrument of excavation. Her expedition takes her through the foliage of perceived artifice and idealist superstratum, allowing her to emerge in a freefall, like a pebble plummeting through layers of overlapping tissue until it reaches the molten core of an experience- striking it she rebound back to the surface above for a breath of air and a survey of the surroundings. Noémi's elastic synth shocks and roaming modular imprints will impress upon you the shallow limits of the shadows you have come to know as the forms of your reality and leave you in a state of wanting intellectual hunger, grasping towards the light that filters into your enclosure in the hope of filling the dark vessels that surround you with the contents of its glimmer. You may know comfort in your cave, but you will soon also know the freedom that lays beyond its gapping muzzle. In the grips of Noémi's epiphany, it will be hard to see your erstwhile den as anything more than a tomb decorated with shame, where you keep your tv and a half-thawed box of pizza rolls.
