Mono words. Memories of long nights tracing the airways; music and cross talking frequencies bleeding into each other. Subtune on one waveband, find apertures opening, disappear into the ether. A piece of atmospheres, drifting mixes, illbient textures. A soundtrack to an unmade film. An out of tune radio hovering between stations. Some private diary tapes sent between estranged lovers. MONO dips into a large archive of sounds, going back into childhood, in the days before internet, where radio was the instrument for transportation. -Reprinted from Radius.