G.S. Schray
The Changing Account

28,00

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why we love this

A poignant collection of nostalgic afterimages. Every piece on the album fills the space with the feeling of longing for something—a feeling, a memory.

about the record

G.S. Schray’s The Changing Account is an appropriate soundtrack for learning to cope with a world we can’t count on. Each piece is full of elliptical melodies that swirl with the unstable logic of dreams. Flurries of piano, guitar lines, and other more alien instrumentation shimmer delicately, but before they coalesce into familiar shapes or rhythms they change, then change, then change again. Listening is a bit like falling asleep on a long road with each passing song you’re waking up somewhere new, trying to get your bearings in another strange world. How did I get here? Where are we going? It doesn’t matter. Close your eyes, drift away again.

  1. 1 - In Select Everlight 4:17
  2. 2 - Two Clouds Each 3:40
  3. 3 - Diverted By Faint Pathway 4:45
  4. 4 - Sated By The Plum 3:11
  5. 5 - Two Pals Glowing 3:51
  6. 6 - Still, Puzzled 5:06
  7. 7 - Dome That Was Nothing 4:54
  8. 8 - Eye On The Menace 2:20

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G.S. Schray
The Changing Account

28,00

in stock

  1. 1 - In Select Everlight 4:17
  2. 2 - Two Clouds Each 3:40
  3. 3 - Diverted By Faint Pathway 4:45
  4. 4 - Sated By The Plum 3:11
  5. 5 - Two Pals Glowing 3:51
  6. 6 - Still, Puzzled 5:06
  7. 7 - Dome That Was Nothing 4:54
  8. 8 - Eye On The Menace 2:20

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why we love this

A poignant collection of nostalgic afterimages. Every piece on the album fills the space with the feeling of longing for something—a feeling, a memory.

about the record

G.S. Schray’s The Changing Account is an appropriate soundtrack for learning to cope with a world we can’t count on. Each piece is full of elliptical melodies that swirl with the unstable logic of dreams. Flurries of piano, guitar lines, and other more alien instrumentation shimmer delicately, but before they coalesce into familiar shapes or rhythms they change, then change, then change again. Listening is a bit like falling asleep on a long road with each passing song you’re waking up somewhere new, trying to get your bearings in another strange world. How did I get here? Where are we going? It doesn’t matter. Close your eyes, drift away again.

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