In the dark of winter 1996, an implausible trio sprouted through the cracks of the rain soaked streets of Seattle and began captivating the hyper-caffeinated denizens of that city drawing on a combination of unique instrumentation and an innovative approach to sampling and looping on the fly to create intensely compelling, surreal soundscapes. Songs that started from almost nothing, seeded with a solitary note, phrase or series of taps would slowly reveal themselves as vast and lonesome hymns to vualien technology, uncanny sonic tapestries of poetry and solder interwoven with the buzzing of bees, inverted heartbeats, holy breathing, the click and whir of clockwork automata – all haunted throughout with disembodied voices, voluptuous strings and soul-arresting trumpet, transporting the listener to a never-before-visited and yet eerily familiar time and place. They called themselves Radio Chongqing.