I’m not sure what it is about his music, but I never get tired of listening to William Basinski’s stuff.
What’s weird is that it is the sort of music that seems like it should get tiresome pretty quickly—droning and repetitive, and in the case of the Disintegration Loops, long. Some of these tracks go on for nearly thirty minutes. They have an arresting, meditative quality to them, though, sort of like how I can stand in front of an Agnes Martin painting just staring at it for ten minutes or more even though it is basically just graph paper.
I think the thing about Basinski’s music (and also Agnes Martin’s paintings, for that matter) is that it is not mechanistic.