The best thing about trends is often their counter-movement. In times of digital hysteria, the contradiction lies unsurprisingly in deceleration, in turning away from algorithms. The search for the diffusely concrete, a kind of musical memory from the infinite ocean of sounds and acoustic figures, is at the centre of a dark glowing cloud called Mantra Mantra. Between Techno and Toto, drop shadows and ethereal patterns, Sam Irl and Daniel Helmer simmer their hypnotic sounds. The music whispers with every note: we are only two interconnected home studios, quietly eloquent through the night as an anti-hysterical mantra to all the recipients of this universe.