While the sound on “A Portrait of Nothing” can be described on various levels, what I truly find interesting about this cassette title is an experience I recently had with my nephew. I was taking pictures of him with my phone, and he decided he wanted to take pictures of himself. This lead to him taking a number of close up shots of his hand, and then eventually it came out as nothing but a black image. It was, as he showed it to everyone to see, a picture of nothing. Funny how life reflects art sometimes and all that.
The music by Balcony View on this tape is mainly synth, but in that somber and mellow sort of tone. Really, the tone is what sets the entire pacing of this cassette, as even when it picks up the pace and ventures closer to FNL, it still has very serious undertones.
I wouldn’t exactly call this a portrayal of life, in the sense that we all come from nothing, die and then return to nothing; though that is an underlying theme I could see someone taking out of this. I only feel like it is coincidental that the word I like to relate to this in terms of the seriousness of it is that it seems very grave.