My ideal dwelling, the household where I am most active and alive, is one where when I return to the front door from wherever I have been, I never know what's happening on the other side. Every turn of the knob, every step through the threshold is the start of new adventure. I open the door, and the unknown greets me.

A limited run of 50 beautifully packaged, hand-made, pure white CD-Rs, Far East Sessions by Dankoe, Gorbunov and Zemlyanikeen on Maxim Shubski's excellent Arterija micro-label could be a slice of soundtrack to that household, a collection of environmental recordings of the doings of that house's occupants taken at random from a month's worth of moments.

This is one of your nights in that house, if you were me and I was you:

A child will turn anything at hand into an instrument of free-ranging melody and rhythm. Fragment 1 is the kid in the next room experimenting with mouth harp and DSP, with friends occasionally running in bits of recordings they've brought from around the block.

Paper Beat begins as a gentle amalgamation of guitar, bass, unidentifiable horns and bottleish percussion you find late at night on the experimental station your lover tuned the radio to a month ago. Every time you turn it on, you wonder why you don't listen to this more often. After you realize the entire 5:06 linear progression into gorgeous, processed chaos of this track is perfect, you will.

Zverki i Nasekomiye (renoised) is the sound of your lover's lover playing with radios at 3am, sliding through the floorboards and nicely into your dreams.

Fragment 2 is where you discover that the kid in the next room has discovered how to convolute mouth harp with both beatboxing and didgeridoo. It matches well with dance steps you're learning from an old friend you haven't seen in over a decade, who just happened to drop by unannounced.

Live at Triada Theatre is all the sounds you never notice while you're reading, sleeping, eating, thinking, talking in this house... amplified and made a substantial part of the walls surrounding you, just for you. Yes, the house talks, if you pay attention.

Kto Znaet has your other lover cleansing the house of evil spirits with smudge sticks, incense and wall-kissing. But the spirits aren't evil at all, she's just practicing her witchcraft. In fact, the spirits play along, only in it for the kissing, and continue to give the house this amazing ambient vibe like faerie-folk covering Pink floyd.

Fragment 3 has the kid combining all the previous lessons into a swift, minor symphony. Whose kid is this, anyway? Oh, it's not a kid at all. It's you.

Live at Triada Theatre is the language all the appliances on the electrical grid use late at night, when everyone else in the house is comfortably embraced by absinthe and ember light. The un-stolen guitar you're playing for everyone speaks their tongue and you're deep into unknown conversation.

Fake is you, I mean me, well, both of us, pretending we're listening to intelligent dance music when really we're watching the sunrise.

Dankoe, Gorbunov and Zemlyanikeen hail from Khabarovsk in the Russian Far East. Whatever is going on there, I want some more of it. If you're into electro-acoustic, audio environments or well-done processing, there are very good things happening these days on Arterija.