Posts Tagged: James Catchpole
Corder Ritger Yantis ~ Possession
Possession injects some venom into Valentine’s Day. February 14 is usually a time for lovers, but what if that love turns sour, toxic and highly poisonous a week or so before the special day? The tunnel of love used to be
Corder Ritger Yantis ~ Possession
Possession injects some venom into Valentine’s Day. February 14 is usually a time for lovers, but what if that love turns sour, toxic and highly poisonous a week or so before the special day? The tunnel of love used to be
Lost Trail ~ One Day We’ll All Walk Outside And Stare Up At The Blameless Sky And Wait For Something To Happen
Lost Trail (Zachary & Denny Corsa) have been partners in crime for a long time. In the past, they’ve conducted paranormal investigations via recorded sound, but their music has by now slowly begun to ease itself into the cold forests of reality. A
Lost Trail ~ One Day We’ll All Walk Outside And Stare Up At The Blameless Sky And Wait For Something To Happen
Lost Trail (Zachary & Denny Corsa) have been partners in crime for a long time. In the past, they’ve conducted paranormal investigations via recorded sound, but their music has by now slowly begun to ease itself into the cold forests of reality. A
Pan American ~ Sketch For Winter II: Rue Corridor
Blue is a sure color of Winter. The sedate, cool color is always there when the temperature plummets, and the blue of the water is reflected in the star sign of Aquarius. Icy in both its appearance and in its
Pan American ~ Sketch For Winter II: Rue Corridor
Blue is a sure color of Winter. The sedate, cool color is always there when the temperature plummets, and the blue of the water is reflected in the star sign of Aquarius. Icy in both its appearance and in its
Lost Twin ~ The Mist
A descending sheet of gray fog conceals anything. It can even conceal music. Familiar faces turn into shrouded figures that walk steadily closer. Sounds echo, but their location remains a mystery; they just trail around in the distance. As soon as
Lost Twin ~ The Mist
A descending sheet of gray fog conceals anything. It can even conceal music. Familiar faces turn into shrouded figures that walk steadily closer. Sounds echo, but their location remains a mystery; they just trail around in the distance. As soon as
Dreamsploitation ~ The In-Between Years: 1959-1963
The In-Between Years: 1959-1963 opens with a flowing, sunken drone that swirls around a ghostly, ethereal vocal. They tie themselves together and remain bonded for life, like a lovers’ pact. It’s a truly beautiful start, and it remains a soothing, sedate listen
Dreamsploitation ~ The In-Between Years: 1959-1963
The In-Between Years: 1959-1963 opens with a flowing, sunken drone that swirls around a ghostly, ethereal vocal. They tie themselves together and remain bonded for life, like a lovers’ pact. It’s a truly beautiful start, and it remains a soothing, sedate listen
Celer ~ Sky Limits
In the mid-90’s, I boarded a Boeing 747 and flew across the Atlantic to Orlando, Florida. In that distant era, you could, for a couple of minutes or so, occasionally walk into the cockpit of a passenger jet on a long
Celer ~ Sky Limits
In the mid-90’s, I boarded a Boeing 747 and flew across the Atlantic to Orlando, Florida. In that distant era, you could, for a couple of minutes or so, occasionally walk into the cockpit of a passenger jet on a long
Squanto ~ Basement Tropic
Basement Tropic is Squanto‘s latest and last release. Cut from hours of live, home-made recordings, it’s a scrapbook of scribbled loops, collected musical curiosities and surreal, unbalanced melodies that appear to be under the influence. Looped layers squirm their way into the
Squanto ~ Basement Tropic
Basement Tropic is Squanto‘s latest and last release. Cut from hours of live, home-made recordings, it’s a scrapbook of scribbled loops, collected musical curiosities and surreal, unbalanced melodies that appear to be under the influence. Looped layers squirm their way into the
Forest Management ~ Reservation
The amber street lights glow against the cold concrete of the sidewalk. The white lights yawn over the deserted lanes of the highway, and both look dim against the black of the night sky. Your car, dusty from the journey,
Forest Management ~ Reservation
The amber street lights glow against the cold concrete of the sidewalk. The white lights yawn over the deserted lanes of the highway, and both look dim against the black of the night sky. Your car, dusty from the journey,
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