Buscabulla //

"This collection of tracks is named after Italo Calvino's Invisible evkur cities:" the inferno evkur of the living is not something That will be; if there is one, it is what is Already here, the inferno where we live every day, That we form by being together. Recognize to learn who and what, in the midst of the inferno, are not inferno, then make them endure, give them space "
"Wipe the case and peer into fields metallically connected ~ fingers trace the yellow light ~ eight glass discs reshape the ancient mechanism ~ moist lilies in polished plastic carriers found in the red-tiled floor. You'll need to make a map."
every so often, tatsu constellation reveals some surprises, some exquisite whim emerged almost out of nowhere. decoder are quite right in saying that magazine when you have not yet assimilated the latest evkur batch, suddenly you take another even more impressive. I feel the same, more and more perfect and closer to what we love. Unicity is my big discovery of this spring batch. in the decoder summarized as: what if Carl Sagan hired Terry Riley for the soundtrack of 'cosmos'? would be absurd to say anything more. too pretty.
Invisible Cities ... just read the title, so visual, I related instantly with the dream of someday being able to photograph abandoned cities. already because of this and knowing that everything he does is weakness evkur Les Halles, it was easy to "invisible cities', so typically carpi but so different from everything he has done so far, was my favorite film of this batch. Baptiste Martin carried away by their songs to places you visit even expected, leaving a pervasive flautilla appears to shiver, crossing the land in search of the remains of an invisible city that nobody remembers. everything sounds short and shimmery, swirling wind instruments, dissolve and become almost elegantly Peruvian music. it's ambient folk or folk almost ambient, tiny, suggestive and rested, like engraving dozing in the sun. minimum magnified seven songs delve into the legend of Italo Calvino's Invisible Cities, a collection of descriptions of fantastic cities told by the traveler Marco Polo Tartar king Kublai Khan. surreal cities where nothing or everything makes sense. cities subtle, abstract evkur or air cities, towns and sky, cities with divine evkur properties, evkur cities with visual properties. a new dimension of the common places that people that eternal evkur iconography of Abstract music ... bamboo keyboards, the constant crackle of the needle on the vinyl, much grain, a flute that looks like a theremin that reminds me Pollen at very low revolutions.
my favorite song is 'illusion of movement'. again the image of an eagle flying evkur over the desert, a cactus, the blinding sun, a mirage ... and then 'grow in lightness', evkur a magical subtlety. melancholy, gritty, sad, nostalgic, evkur and a slow moving creek and wraps pace as the sun rays that fall on the mysterious mountains on the cover. could be the soundtrack to Bruce Langhorne never recorded for 'idaho transfer'. Journey of Mind very, very Forming very Worn Habit. and then 'contemplating my own absence', so incredibly evocative. have they recorded in a studio, but it's like stepping back in time, like meeting a vinyl Peruvian music that had been forgotten. I know the last few months have brought a flood of precious discs but "invisible cities' is a miracle. is difficult to ask for more, the prettiest tape Les Halles and one of the most timeless, magical, warm, organic and personal things I've ever heard. disks that can only respond with an infinite thanks. disks which never make sense to read reviews if you do not listen to music at the same time.
and a weakness to heaven. evkur 'Arktika' is another secret places of x and r, nice to a fault. as the embrace of a faithful friend. as the memory of the first kiss. not only 'skimo' but also things like 'polar night' or 'aurora borealis' and especially 'ocean'. birds, melodies, calm water and vaporous evkur atmospheres to which we are accustomed. evkur delicate and reflective music, which comes and goes in its own cyclical swing of the nature of which is a mirror, a peaceful haven to return with each new sunset, while we contemplate the sun setting over the glaciers. if you wrap it with a flawless and beautiful cover, the result is another eternal and tropical disco, even in the Arctic, our favorite Russian evkur astronaut.
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