Tracklist:

1. Everyday – A Sequel
2. Du Parc (With N NAO)
3. Time Zone (With Haco)
4. Cloud Level (With Ytamo)
5. Muffin – A Song for My Cat
6. L’Empire Des Lumires
7. In-between Places
8. Event Flow – A Sequence
9. Story Board (With Pink Navel)
10. Vertigo (With Sook-Yin Lee)
11. Death Is Not the End
12. Joni Sadler Forever

Cibo Matto, Andy Stott, Blithe Field, Yuka Honda, DJ Shadow, Kenny Seagal, Susumu Yokota. 180g LP in 300gsm jacket + 300gsm inner + 12×12 300gsm art card all printed on reverse board + DL card. Ltd to 500 copies. Joni Void returns to songcraft on their warmest and most welcoming record yet, where the acclaimed sampledelic Montral producer chills out with an emotionally resonant song cycle tinged by downtempo, lo-fi, avant-pop, and trip-hop. Guests include Haco, Ytamo, Sook-Yin Lee, Pink Navel and N NAO. Montral producer and sound collagist Joni Void returns with their warmest and most welcoming album yet, wedding their sampledelic songcraft to rubbery and percolated downtempo beats. Every Life Is A Light expands on Voids recent stylistic turn towards more languorous and mellow lo-fi production, foreshadowed by the drifting looseness and ambient bricolage of their preceding experimental sound-art record. This transitional sensibility now shapes more defined song structures and styles, with loops are given time and space to unspool, and rhythms shot through the softer-focus lens of trip-hop and dub. Every Life Is A Light swaps the twitchy insistence of Voids acclaimed early albums for a newfound lightness and suppleness, still imbued with all the restlessness, sonic detailing, and emotional resonance that made their name. The neurotic broken machine kinetics of earlier Void, summarized by Sasha Geffen as drawing despair and wonder from within the vast unfeeling of digital communication in an 8.0 Pitchfork review, may be chilling out, but Void is becoming an ever better conjurer of hauntological feeling. Every Life Is A Light summons this in a comparatively buoyant, benevolent, head-nodding journey more open to tenderness and modest joys. Perhaps its the sound of Void at greater peace with themselves and the world, despite the bittersweet cost: even as it channels grief, memorializing comrades and companions recently deceased, this album wants light. Voids raw materials continue to draw heavily from samples (their own Walkman cassette field recordings and songs by others) and from a wide community of musical guests. Vocalists Haco on Time Zone and Ytamo on Cloud Level help levitate what could be lost tracks from a mid-90s Too Pure Records compilation of skewed-lounge electronica. Canadian musician Sook-Yin Lee sings on lead single Vertigo, a sinewy 80bpm tape-loop and bassline groove propelled by psychedelically-layered lyrics that eventually turn the song in on itself entirely, like Grace Jones Nightclubbing covered by Animal Collective. One of Voids greatest hip-hop loves is the Ruby Yacht collective; charter member Pink Navel drops some brilliant verses on Story Board. The albums two minimal tracks, an extended piano loop set to a slow beat and shimmering electronics on MuffinA Song For My Cat and the languid sampled bass riff and breakbeat of Event Flow, are perhaps most overtly lofi chill. Indeed the whole album could be said to sit adjacent to those viral (if not already AI-generated) genre trends, which maybe begs the question on a lot of our minds: can specificity and authenticity of musical materials still be heard, still meaningfully signify substance and difference, still matter? Perhaps a question that fades in comparison to the career break Void could catch by landing on generic streaming playlists. More likely, these tracks remain too off-kilter, too genuinely lo-fi and ineffable, and too disqualified by the status of its peasant rights-holders, to catch the algos. Context remains the poor cousin of content. Meanwhile Void marches on, as a tireless organizer of local music events, bouncing around and often living in DIY venue, depending on the latest apartment eviction. With an ubiquitous polaroid camera in tow, they also document each communal happening with a single shot (and often blinding flash bulb): a memory and metaphor for lives illuminated preciously, singularly, imperfectly in the moment. Dozens of these polaroids adorn the albums back cover and inner sleeve art in grid-like montages, as a fitting analogue for the careful construction, grainy intimate materiality, and ephemeral feeling of these songs. Every Life Is A Light is Joni Voids most coherent and congenial record while relinquishing none of their experimentalist acumen as a producer or emotional attunement as a composer.