The original is a beautiful Bugge Wesseltoft noir, that as the video makes explicit, traces the footsteps, fingerprints and habits of a recently departed lover. Following their ghost around. Holding on. Too blank to even try to think of a reason why.
The Gigi Masin remix, full of grain, and dirt, and error (recalling Fennesz, perhaps Pita, and blowing dust from Phillip Jeck`s broken family gramophone), is more like pulling a painful memory back, to see it from a different side, with hindsight. An attempt to make peace with the past. To reconcile with regret.
There was a very limited red pressing, but I think the regular black version is still readily available.