Conure has previously given us vast washes of feedback in the form of endless fields of soundscapes. With this album "Strings, Locations", Conure begins intimate, then discreetly leaves us stranded in a vast labyrinth. The sharp, specific washes of analog electronic tones give the listener an audio architecture within which to navigate. Some are large halls and others small corridors. The twisting sounds of ringing tones, discordant guitar accents, and feedback lumber through this architectural terrain, sometimes like a monster without direction and other times like delicate intentional creatures holding ground in the middle of a vortex. Whatever this beast is, we are given an audio map of a terrain for which there is no way out. It is an odd and exciting combination of harsh sounds mixed with delicate an intentional placement. One cannot exit this piece without feeling that they were witness to some narrative only half understood. It is the sound of a city’s architecture evolving from a past to a future as an abstract mystery is made audible.