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Orvis Otto Dust Attracts its Kin is a compelling improvisation, as the instrumentation lies outside of the expected jazz and jam band comparisons. I guess it has ties to folk, but I couldn’t say how, and folk is not the first connection I would make anyway. I find it oddly melodic throughout,transient and arabesque at times though more so in the second stretch. Transient in a more thorough sense of the term as it is tied to trance, passing through, and affecting results beyond itself. This is how I imagine the affect of old Moroccan beatnik dens ala William Burroughs and Brion Gysin, though Orvis Otto is certainly less fatalistic. The interruptions of string screeching, chimes and bass drums are both alarming and welcomed. Seemingly out of place, they break up the the rhythm preventing Orvis Otto from falling into just another jam session. I think it is important having the context of the acoustic space defined by Brandon Siscoe’s artwork in the CD jacket, this allows me to think about the physical space of the recording as both the defining atmosphere and as the fifth player in the ensemble. Space becomes a presence that the sound pushes against like a diaphragm using the internal cavity of a torso and guts to generate pressure. Basement/bowel emanations produce a gastric orchestra. Orvis Otto is a belch from the nether of human sensibility; a raw putrid wind carrying tastes of past ingestion. I like it more with each bite. When I consider Siscoe’s complete audio output to