why we love this
Investigating the juxtaposition between organic and synthetic elements, this album immerses us in a hallucinatory realm where vibrant vibrations intertwine with murmuring cello and saxophone tones, occasionally accompanied by fleeting glimpses of field recordings.
about the record
Chemical Flowers references paradoxical notions of authenticity and creative practice by questioning the structures that surround us. Collages are assembled and dismantled, and temporal and spatial boundaries fluctuate, with movement serving as an overarching theme. The album navigates dense passages with recurring signifiers, while hollow percussion, modulating delay, and curious field recordings come and go, maintaining a perpetual state of flux where nothing remains the same for long.
- 1 - Capital Crisis (New City Loop) 4:02
- 2 - I Knew You Would Respond 3:34
- 3 - Body Rushes 3:33
- 4 - Leave Them All Behind 6:45
- 5 - Lizard In Fear 4:00
- 6 - Toxic Racecourse 5:33
- 7 - You Are The Database 6:16
- 8 - Chemical Flowers 4:51
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- 1 - Capital Crisis (New City Loop) 4:02
- 2 - I Knew You Would Respond 3:34
- 3 - Body Rushes 3:33
- 4 - Leave Them All Behind 6:45
- 5 - Lizard In Fear 4:00
- 6 - Toxic Racecourse 5:33
- 7 - You Are The Database 6:16
- 8 - Chemical Flowers 4:51
Embed
Copy and paste this code to your site to embed.
why we love this
Investigating the juxtaposition between organic and synthetic elements, this album immerses us in a hallucinatory realm where vibrant vibrations intertwine with murmuring cello and saxophone tones, occasionally accompanied by fleeting glimpses of field recordings.
about the record
Chemical Flowers references paradoxical notions of authenticity and creative practice by questioning the structures that surround us. Collages are assembled and dismantled, and temporal and spatial boundaries fluctuate, with movement serving as an overarching theme. The album navigates dense passages with recurring signifiers, while hollow percussion, modulating delay, and curious field recordings come and go, maintaining a perpetual state of flux where nothing remains the same for long.