We're proud to present the first set of recordings from Martin Glass. Exiled in Taiwan working on a deal that never gets done, an American businessman falls under the hypnotic spell of the Pacific. His is an Asiatisch fever dream - seaside lovers, translucent virtual vocalists, glass-y '80s synthesisers and multinational muzak. It's an ode to Pacific bubble decadence, beamed from a lilo or a roof garden (or both)... all fizzing arpeggios, melancholy marimba symphonies and sunken yacht karaoke.
In terms of sonic references: forgotten '70s nippon pop, Sakomoto + Glass sweeping neo-classicism, Haruomi Hosono driftwood, Susumu Yokota floral pretty-ness... it's all there somewhere...?