A whirring sound rings out. Thunder rolls, sporadic rain falls. There is rustling and cracking – are those twigs snapping underfoot? And if so, does that mean someone is coming? Does it mean that the jumble of voices hissing incomprehensible sentences in Italian, English and other languages belong to bodies? It doesn’t take Valerio Tricoli long to evoke naked horror with his first album in seven years, after a split 12″ with Thomas Ankersmit in 2011 and a tape release that Valerio Tricoli shares with Bill Kouligas, the founder of the PAN record label. »Miseri Lanes« was also released on PAN, his third release there, which in turn operates at the interface of avant-garde concepts and the experimental design of club music. On the one hand, Valerie Tricoli continues the tradition of musique concrète, on the other hand, he explores the possibilities of narration much more clearly than Pierre Schaeffer and his contemporaries. Even if Tricoli pursues a peculiar form of narration with his field recording collages, which were first recorded using tape recorders and then processed digitally. The voices that hiss there make quotations from Dante to H. P. Lovecraft to Valerio Tricoli’s own writings, there are even short dialogues, but a context or connection is never discernible. The set-piece character of the vocal samples is embedded in an unagitated overall concept that comes across as neither random nor clumsy. On the contrary, in fact. With his dense sound collages, Tricoli favours slowly unfolding horror, not shock effects. This is how an abstract story unfolds that seems to have neither a beginning nor an end and that is precisely why it also invites us to rewind.