Posts Tagged: fluid audio
Glinca ~ Tament
Tament is a personal translation, an audio diary of sounds created and heard. Glinca calls it “the audio of the everyday.” The timbre is warm and welcoming: the tenderness of thumb piano, music box and chime set against the click-clack of
Glinca ~ Tament
Tament is a personal translation, an audio diary of sounds created and heard. Glinca calls it “the audio of the everyday.” The timbre is warm and welcoming: the tenderness of thumb piano, music box and chime set against the click-clack of
aus & Danny Norbury ~ Better Late Than Never
The album begins as quietly as winter snow. Soft piano notes fall from the sky, immersed in cloud-like ambience. Then the cello notes start to play, yielding a reflective and slightly mournful tone. By the end of “A Diary
aus & Danny Norbury ~ Better Late Than Never
The album begins as quietly as winter snow. Soft piano notes fall from the sky, immersed in cloud-like ambience. Then the cello notes start to play, yielding a reflective and slightly mournful tone. By the end of “A Diary
ACL 2023 ~ The Year’s Best Winter Music
At A Closer Listen, we make a clear distinction between winter music and music that is released in winter. Winter music is evocative of the season and latitudes in which snow and ice take up permanent residence. The catch is that some
ACL 2023 ~ The Year’s Best Winter Music
At A Closer Listen, we make a clear distinction between winter music and music that is released in winter. Winter music is evocative of the season and latitudes in which snow and ice take up permanent residence. The catch is that some
Phil Tomsett ~ The Sound of Someone Leaving
The Sound of Someone Leaving sums up our universal loss in the time of quarantine. While the album was written to convey the bittersweet mingling of sadness, anger and resolve that surface in the wake of a crashed relationship, we’re
Phil Tomsett ~ The Sound of Someone Leaving
The Sound of Someone Leaving sums up our universal loss in the time of quarantine. While the album was written to convey the bittersweet mingling of sadness, anger and resolve that surface in the wake of a crashed relationship, we’re
Ned Milligan & John Atkinson ~ Call Me When You Can
Sometimes a review is this simple: if you enjoy chimes, tape loops and light field recordings, you’ll love this CD. Ned Milligan (who is also the founder of the Florabelle label) has been specializing in chimes for years, working from “a rural
Ned Milligan & John Atkinson ~ Call Me When You Can
Sometimes a review is this simple: if you enjoy chimes, tape loops and light field recordings, you’ll love this CD. Ned Milligan (who is also the founder of the Florabelle label) has been specializing in chimes for years, working from “a rural
Emmanuel Witzthum ~ The Book of Dusts
One’s reception of The Book of Dusts will rely on the package one receives. Mine is of a melancholy sort. Opening the cloth packet, I find an 1883 letter from a son, asking for information on a name connected to a
Emmanuel Witzthum ~ The Book of Dusts
One’s reception of The Book of Dusts will rely on the package one receives. Mine is of a melancholy sort. Opening the cloth packet, I find an 1883 letter from a son, asking for information on a name connected to a
Bill Seaman ~ The Topologies of Blue
Bill Seaman‘s The Topologies of Blue is a little sweet and a little scary, like a Sour Patch Kids commercial in reverse. The album is inspired by Gestalt psychology and the treatment of blue conditions. The packaging ~ lovely in letterpress ~
Bill Seaman ~ The Topologies of Blue
Bill Seaman‘s The Topologies of Blue is a little sweet and a little scary, like a Sour Patch Kids commercial in reverse. The album is inspired by Gestalt psychology and the treatment of blue conditions. The packaging ~ lovely in letterpress ~
Gideon Wolf ~ Replicas
What happened to the places we used to know? The question is nostalgic, melancholic, hanging in the air like a dust mote. A further question, perplexed, shellshocked: What happened to people? And the last, perhaps most frightening question: What happened to me?
Gideon Wolf ~ Replicas
What happened to the places we used to know? The question is nostalgic, melancholic, hanging in the air like a dust mote. A further question, perplexed, shellshocked: What happened to people? And the last, perhaps most frightening question: What happened to me?
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