Arkade

the keys; a carnival drone. Then a cymbal crashes and a steady kick-drum pulse underscores the guitar as it twists and contorts. Tension builds. A disparate voice pierces through noise…”I think about things/you would be surprised/the prickling thorns/down my thighs.” Arkade explores the truths behind the truths, the deceptive game of forgiveness, the clarity of reawakening and the hope for a more tender and rich environment. Kelli works the late shift at a battered women’s shelter. The destruction she nightly witnesses is brutally evident in her words, employing wall-of sound noise manipulation, micro-cassette recordings and antique music boxes as the tools by which Arkade paints on their aural canvas.