A muffled cry into the technological darkness, "Contemporary Movement" slid into the world right as the mp3 was seeping out of college dorms. A 39-minute drift into the void, drenched in Cold War-era reverb and then submerged in four track hiss for good measure. Duster constructed a Brutalist masterpiece on the outskirts of a suburban mall, as if to say, "we were here".

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