While writing choke enough, Oklou set out to write dance music with a “no drums policy”. The resulting album is beautiful and strange, evoking the feeling of quietness no matter how loud you crank the volume — it feels like it could just play just as easily in a nap dream as it could in a club. Here are some other things it feels like to me: going on the computer as a child in the basement computer room and feeling a little anxious but also so exhilarated; falling half-asleep on my friend’s couch while hearing people talk in the other room and waking up just as it starts to get dark; walking back to my cousin’s apartment in Montreal in the snow; yellow streetlights; staying out really late when I was a teenager; those fruit-colored plastic iMacs from the 90s. I found a YouTube video a few days ago with 138 views of a guy doing a drum cover of endless. I really like it; it’s not better than the original, just different. It’s funny for a cover to fly so blatantly in the face of the ethos of the original. But this is one of the special things about quietness: it usually forces you, in some way or another, to fill in some of the space yourself.