Response: It's some kind of an engine/motor starting up and stopping. It didn't have the heft of even a Model-T era engine, and it seems to be hitting a surface like a wood block. If it's a car, I don't want to be in it!

Response: A crippled human being is walking alone in a forsaken place, perhaps a building or remains of a building, where some kind of machine is making the humming sound. He stumbles a bit, then enters another space where is water running.

Response: the first half reminds me of the big laser printer in the hallway at work, but the water sounds in the end don't fit. maybe a printer that is next to the bathroom 🙂
listening to it a second time, after hearing the watery sounds in the end, it now sounds a lot wetter in the beginning, too. like fish that is processed in a factory maybe

Response: a photocopier or a fax machine--repetitive deep whacking sounds backed by a consistent wavering vibration. it seems to be located outside, perhaps next to or in a puddle of water.

Response: This is clearly the sound of a tiny aluminum roulette wheel in a casino for elves.

 

 

Response: sounds like an insect then a duck, but persistent

 

 

Response: Irregular high pitched ticks - sounds reminding me of the materiality of glass and of playing with the marble tracks at my grandparents home. Towards the end of the track the sound starts to buzz a little more, making me suspect electricity is involved.

 

 

Response: The juvenile laughs and crosstalking, with high and low pitches, make me believe that these are conversations between maybe young adults. As the sounds seem very near and raw, I would assume the people are in a space with few absorbent materials, which leads me to imagine this could be a room full of students waiting for a class to begin.

 

 

Response: At first I had the impression listening to the noise of a large crowd gathered on a big square far far away. But I rejected this as an illusion almost right away. On second listening this reminds me of the wind creeping through the cracks of the old windows at my workspace when it storms outside... (a sound imitated by dial in modems in the nineties) Almost at the end I guess hearing ropes rattle against aluminium masts.

 

 

Response: I can hear the rain falling, close up and all around, landing on wet plastic / leaves / a hard flat surface. The atmosphere is of a wide open place, birds calling, no cars, it's remote. We're recording from inside, inside a window perhaps, a bird hide, a shelter. Are we in a forest? Someone else is close by, they just moved.

 

 

Response: it feels as if I am on a journey, (wind around a hurtling object, rushing sounds, forwardness and increasing speed) but the journey is carrying on relentlessly even though I may have changed my mind about it... now, a few minutes in, I am more alarmed because the sound has turned into individual sounds of metal pieces...  - is the plane disintegrating around me? It fades - maybe the metal was a clue to a whole other take on this scenario - I listened again, but felt the same unease.

 

 

Response: Stepping into the sanctuary, the world outside frenetic, chaotic, harrowing and harried. The air inside hushed, still, a weight seems to fall from yr shoulders, like a leaden mantle falling away... You realize you've been holding yr breath. You breathe deep for what seems like the first time in months. You realize yr pulse has been racing. Blood rushes to yr ears.
Time seems to slow, to still, to stop, in the absence of stress, in the sudden stillness. Yr suddenly dizzy, almost giddy. High from simply the lack of fear, the absence of worry...

 

 

Response: Static, a mechanical whirring, the feeling of moving steadily through space, with little friction. sounds like it could inside an airport, but perhaps that's influenced by the airplane sounds in my current environment, outside.

 

 

Response: A large number of human voices, a group of people who may or may not know each other, like a conference, a coffee or tea break perhaps. Words indistinct, blend and blur into each other. Some laughter (which sounds male). They sound like English speakers,  no other languages audible, low pitch, controlled but at ease. Some squeals of machinery, like a tram on its tracks rounding a corner, it’s a field recording, external, outdoors, perhaps warm weather, mid to late afternoon I’d say. Urban environment I think, but there are only human sounds,  which seems surprising, no birds or insects audible, no other species at all (bearing in mind I do not have headphones handy to use).

Response: It sounds like guests talking amongst themselves at a small wedding taking place out in the garden.

 

Response: An underwater recording with little scratchy or nibbly fish. Or... a contact mic that's a bit loose on the connections being moved around, taped down and things.

Response: In the background I hear a tension, like a loose snare vibrating softly.

Upfront is a sort of scratching, or shaking of small heavy rough particles. Reminds me of a gesture we practised when we were children. We put our ears on the wooden table top and listened while we scratched the rough surface underneath.

(There is nothing in between these two sounds)

Response: A new contact microphone is plugged in and examined, fingers and finger nails 0lay with its metallic form.  Placed upon some surface it’s turned over, dragged over the slightly gritty floor. Bored with its sound it’s eventually left alone and turned off.

Response: Somewhere in public space a phone starts vibrating. No one hears it. Maybe it signals messages from a major event, new years or an independence day celebration.

Response: A river, near to a road. A mobile phone vibrating, but sounds like a bird croak. A distance sound of a bells, but instead turns into an approaching train on the tracks. Many birds tweeting and chirping. Something that sounds like a moaning cat.

Response: A field recording: a mass of birds settling at dusk, some individual voices distinct, many species of bird, likely to be northern hemisphere birds, spring or summer. The banging of pans suggests lockdown and the acknowledgement of healthcare workers - Spain? Italy? Common Blackbird is audible, song and alarm call. Wrens, swifts, swallows. Other calls I'm unfamiliar with. Car horns. Human voices.

Response: Sounds like an oil or water droplets hissing on a hot pan. Or buckwheat being poured in and out of some glass vessel.

Response: In an electric back drop we are introduced to the expanse of high frequency and intricacy in the form of many solitude sonic bodies, each listened to but as a collective at first as our ears are unable to give each one it's deserved time. The bodies hit the top of the ear then as we attune they run down to as little as one until we get lathered again. A quick detailed decline allows the the ear to focus and concentrate on the individual arriving through the mass. A whole ephemeral world in one divine sweep until the next. Each time our ear is given longer to pick the bodies out and the distance expands, giving us time to honour each sonic particle and their existing peers as we get used to the non-static form.

Response: Something being fried in oil ... lots of things being dropped into a shallow fry oil pan.

Response: Ravenous feelings as it reminds me of Indian spices tempered in tarka oil.

Response: heat being applied and pressure being released through bubbling and evaporation, a reaction taking place and rapidly fizzling out

Response: A few months ago I was sleeping below deck. As a storm was approaching it was also raining lightly. I laid awake listening to the raindrops thrown against the deck 20 centimetres above my head by the gushes of wind. This is exactly how this fragment sounds for me.

Response: Listening to rain fall on a tiled roof from inside, through a double glazed window, right at the threshold of the rainclouds and clear sky (waiting for the chance to see a rainbow).

Response: Hail, rain and wind falling on a tent

Response: Rain falling under a cabin in the nature...

Response: the push-pull, constriction-expansion of billions of molecules meeting and falling away, playing, teasing, joining and infinitely pulsing, the on-off of joyous tension and release.

Response: A rather awkward recording full of very squishy, breathy, intimate, organic sounds only to evoke a more ambiguous response by its brevity.

Response: Sounds like kissing and accelerated breath, with some kind of wet sound on the background. Maybe horse hooves on wet cobblestone?

Response: Squeaky balloon bird call between labored breathing and squelchy feet.

Response: Running a finger along wet plastic in the rain - and faint breathing sounds.

Response: Kitten drinking milk while mother cleaning him.

Response: Felt petting sliding pans and a noisy air conditioner make me uneasy in a mostly uninhabited grey room.

Response: Machinery running, a workshop setting, activity, internal but in a large open space with a roller door open to the outside. The making of objects, preparing of objects. A running motor, material (wood?) being prepared or sawn, timber. And/or metal being sharpened, e.g. the sharpening of knives. A single person operating this machine but could be within a large concern.

Response: It sounds like a room, a large room, with a speaker in it that's playing a synthetic voice that has been distorted and stretched. The speaker is a little way away from the mic, closer is something emitting static or electricity fuzz bursts, it sound almost like a carrier bag but not.

It sounds like an unusual place, maybe a room in a sci-fi film.

Response: I would say it is a working place with compressed  and cutting and moving tasks.

Response: Sand, fridge, metal, scratching, traffic.

Response: Sounds like an aircraft / submarine deep in the sea..coming towards me

Response: It sounds like I am diving deeper and deeper under the water

Response: A boat sail blowing in the wind at night

Response: It starts with sounds like bubbles underwater, heard muffled through water. They start far away and seem to get closer. A ticking noise begins to sound over them too. Then an overlay of a sound like the scratching you hear when you have poor reception on an old telephone or TV come over the bubbling. It begins to sound more like an electronic music composition.

Response: Water, galaxies, rumbling, bubbles, underwater, ray, stream, background, fade, growth, rhythm, reaching, direction, edge, scratch, tiny

Response: Shrill, grating, irritating

Response: A metal surface - still, meeting another - moving, repeating. or -- elongated morse code--

Response: A table saw with wood because you can hear the chhh as he puts the wood aside

Response: It sounds a lot like a large stationary saw, specifically a bandsaw or a table saw. The louder, higher-pitched noise is the machine cutting the material (which in this case I would guess is wood) and the humming is the machine being on with the blade spinning. Between each cut the pieces are removed, and another piece is put in place, ready to be pushed through the blade.

Whether my guess is correct or not, I can almost picture the workshop process in my head, accompanied by these sounds.

Response: It could be some grinder or wood saw and axe. Audible repetitions, rhythm and chorus of work and materials.

Response: This is an industrialized woodwork, and one can hear, some material is sawn away and then thrown on a pile to the rhythm of manual working but not to a machine.

A high buzz, starting low and coming up higher. A siren, a wasp and a distorted voice. It's waving. It keeps waving. It's getting more animated as if we can't hear what it's trying to say. It has a sudden tiny stop/break in its rhythm only to shout even louder and higher afterwards. Not for long. It's down again. And then on a journey of high and low again with periods of frustration and tiny breakthroughs. An engine that can't get to start but is somehow moving forward in a very non linear and non directional manner to suddenly stop without warning. It can fly so its play field is much wider than ours. I wish I could draw or move it.

Throat first, romped. switching register to the inanimate, synth controller, testing pitch. no longer a story

many micro events, accumulating.

driven by gravity? a coalescence of movement, so that no one vibration has a defined edge.

space becomes.

both near and far defined, a pounding in particular tempo and pitch.

molten parachutes.

I hear three bands of sound.

The most frontal - a steady crackle at a constant level which has a somewhat chaotic rhythm to it and sounds wet and 'slappy'

There is another layer of thinner clicking sounds that have the pace of falling rain but it is not clear that it is.

A constant tone is buzzing in the back which seems to have the frequency of a computer fan or the like.

So it's... raindrops on a miniature bongo drum?

The effort of the arm spinning a barrel

To the playground

ball and socket

Making my hips want to dance,

Container of metal,

Spinner like drums