I've no idea how this relates to the proper definition of "local," or proper definitions of most anything. In fact, I don't know much about it at all. Whether or not Unity Sound Ensemble ever existed before or after this minute and a half of cacophonous communion...I have no idea. Presumably, this is centered around Tom Greenwood and Jackie-O Motherfucker (his label is called Unity Sound Archive), but in the liner notes of the disc--a comp of live recordings curated by said label, yet released on another label--just say simply "total darkness. visitors unknown." It's true, I'm sure. You can hear it. No, not in the clatter. Not even in the space where clatter turns into something else (the space where you and I might debate whether or not it's all
clatter, all ridiculous and unworthy of documentation and introduction into mass culture). It's just in there somewhere, those four words.