"Mutable Field" is the second single from "re(weave)" by Tristan Arp. -- The fifth release on Objekts Kapsela imprint is re(weave), an EP of crystalline club tracks from Detroit-born, London-based producer Tristan Arp. re(weave) was written during a prolonged period of flux for the artist. When I started making this record, my life and the world felt like a maze, he recounts. As he routed and re-routed through past and future homes Mexico to New York to Detroit to Mexico and finally to London his output bore the marks of this repeated uprooting. I was thinking about making music that reflected these twists and turns, and the knotty pathways through them. I was also re-reading Borges around this time, which must have influenced my interest in labyrinths. Accordingly, the EP is a mycelial puzzle. Its not easily classifiable: its bass-driven, but calling it bass music would underplay its scope. The first three tracks, punctuated through by syncopated kicks, are a fast-paced tangle of spidery, undulating ostinatos and organic percussion. Employing the sounds of multitudinous critters & kin whales, insects, thunder, water, forests the arrangements sum to a sentient mesh of organic matter, the compositions living and breathing like earthly beings. Kaleidoscopic tendrils explore in every direction but are always underpinned by a driving, percussive backbone. In keeping with the winding geographical paths traced over the EPs creation, re(weave) in parallel saw Tristan Arp revisiting and reinterpreting unfinished sessions and incorporating them into newer ideas. Rhythms and sounds have been transplanted and self-recycled from previous projects and stitched into the fabric of the record. In this way re(weave) also describes a looping back over time from the past into the present, a recalibration of the self through interlocking rhythms, channeling and communing with versions of oneself from times gone by. The closing track, Wish Server, slows the EP to walking pace and hints at tentatively emerging from the deepest jungle into a delicate, innocent light. Tristan Arp imagines it as a dialog with a baby-self. Some of my earliest memories are of sitting at my mothers loom, he offers. The sequence of these tracks traces these feelings and follows the thread back to the primordial soup through mazes to a feeling of levitation.