In Coronarico there is a sense of full containment. It is a cardiac, hypnotic basin, holding inside all the possible beats. Heart beats. And time beats.

The sound never blurs. The sound boxes push with the same frequency, at the same intensity. The magnetic cones only make one repeated, obsessive movement.
It continues, ferrously, mechanically. It comes and is pushed. It comes back and is pushed again. And it is held. With no torment or convulsion. Clear. Necessary. Constant. Again.