Posts Tagged: Zachary Corsa

ACL 2016: Music for Haunted Houses

Halloween is just around the corner, which means it’s time for A Closer Listen‘s first wrap-up chart of 2016! 2016 was a particularly good year for dark music, as these selections are culled from a list many times their size.  The

ACL 2016: Music for Haunted Houses

Halloween is just around the corner, which means it’s time for A Closer Listen‘s first wrap-up chart of 2016! 2016 was a particularly good year for dark music, as these selections are culled from a list many times their size.  The

Felt Presence, Ghostly Humming: The Sprawling Invocations Of Natural Snow Buildings

There aren’t many lonelier feelings in this world than trying to communicate a spiritual experience to someone and failing to convey the import of the message. To spend a moment or two of a hurried life passing along a particularly

Felt Presence, Ghostly Humming: The Sprawling Invocations Of Natural Snow Buildings

There aren’t many lonelier feelings in this world than trying to communicate a spiritual experience to someone and failing to convey the import of the message. To spend a moment or two of a hurried life passing along a particularly

Pines ~ The Field Journal

There’s a real feel of the outdoors in The Field Journal. Hazy melodies lie against the dry, long strands of grass. Insects chirp and buzz from within their own shrunken world; for them, it must feel like a jungle. Dusty panoramas slowly

Pines ~ The Field Journal

There’s a real feel of the outdoors in The Field Journal. Hazy melodies lie against the dry, long strands of grass. Insects chirp and buzz from within their own shrunken world; for them, it must feel like a jungle. Dusty panoramas slowly

White Fir ~ Lake Seeds, Vol. 3: When My Blue Moon Turns To Gold Again

Columbus, Ohio is in many ways a misleading sort of city. Initial impressions lend an aura of a dank, gray Midwestern industrial-scape, a sprawling flat prairie city ringed in massive highways and loomed over at its core by an oversized

White Fir ~ Lake Seeds, Vol. 3: When My Blue Moon Turns To Gold Again

Columbus, Ohio is in many ways a misleading sort of city. Initial impressions lend an aura of a dank, gray Midwestern industrial-scape, a sprawling flat prairie city ringed in massive highways and loomed over at its core by an oversized

Holding Our Breath: Thoughts On Slowdive

It’s summer in North Carolina, a time of blistering vinyl car seats and miserable street-corner dogs with lolling tongues, of heat shimmering from the pavement in desert-like waves while the local pools are swarmed with howling children desperate to immerse

Holding Our Breath: Thoughts On Slowdive

It’s summer in North Carolina, a time of blistering vinyl car seats and miserable street-corner dogs with lolling tongues, of heat shimmering from the pavement in desert-like waves while the local pools are swarmed with howling children desperate to immerse

Pines ~ A Spirit / Lost Trail & Plains Druid ~ Our Season

Zachary Corsa, one half of Lost Trail, has gone solo in his latest outing. While the haunted ambient duo are at present drifting into shoegaze / noise territory, Corsa has just released A Spirit under his new, guitar oriented project Pines. He heads

Pines ~ A Spirit / Lost Trail & Plains Druid ~ Our Season

Zachary Corsa, one half of Lost Trail, has gone solo in his latest outing. While the haunted ambient duo are at present drifting into shoegaze / noise territory, Corsa has just released A Spirit under his new, guitar oriented project Pines. He heads

Dor ~ grey, north carolina

This is the textile belt of North Carolina. Towns of boarded-up, ivy-swarmed mills spilling their bricks and shattered glass into overgrown lots, heat baking against rusted cyclone fencing around junkyards and shotgun houses of peeling white paint. Downtown there’s a

Dor ~ grey, north carolina

This is the textile belt of North Carolina. Towns of boarded-up, ivy-swarmed mills spilling their bricks and shattered glass into overgrown lots, heat baking against rusted cyclone fencing around junkyards and shotgun houses of peeling white paint. Downtown there’s a