Akron/Family came to NYC in 2002 to make music, hoping to find a thread of real magic still winding through The Big Apple's music scene by retreating into a tiny Brooklyn apartment, where they made their own world instead, in complete and stubborn isolation. They grew alarmingly long beards, developed a playful but hermetic, quasi-religious, sonic worldview / creed known as "Ak" or sometimes "Ak-Ak" and recorded on crude home equipment at least three albums' worth of material, which they compulsively chop, splice, and orchestrate into fractal jewels of song and schismatically opposed atmospheres. woah