Massive, monolithic set of minimal percussion drone from Campbell Kneale (Birchville Cat Motel/Our Love Will Destroy The World) and Ellen Rodda on Kneale’s own label in an edition of only 50 copies. Using nothing but two cymbals, the duo orchestrate deep sea dooms and funereal bells, at first operating at the very extremes of silence, then moving in great basso arcs that recall the orchestral construction of Thomas Koner’s arctic gong work or the intro to the first Black Sabbath album extended ala Harry Pussy’s Lets Build A Pussy. As the percussion accrues Industrial detail it starts to sound closer to Organums’s classic Birds’ Wings Were Glued To Their Bodies And Their Feet Froze To The Ground. No one does nada-minimalism with such blank bloody mindedness as Campbell Kneale. “Admittedly, the idea of a band solely consisting of 'two cymbal players and no overdubs' doesn’t sound like anyone’s idea of a good time. However the deeply narcoleptic overtures deftly carved out of solid walls of live bo-ooo-ooo-m by Campbell Kneale and Ellen Rodda should really come with some kinda 'money-back-guarantee' to reset all your dials for timespace transportation. Free of cumbersome electronics of any kind, Ming almost  slips beneath the very idea of music altogether aligning itself more with thunder heard from afar... looming, booming, nocturnal ruptures, that by contrast make you more aware of the warmth and cosiness of your own bed. The most frail vibrations become music of unspeakable beauty and patient, patient, minimalism. A great emptiness. Bong O))).” – DFWM.