€30,00
in stock
why we love this
A dust-coated trove of intimate beauty. Against a dark, swelling atmosphere, lightness drifts like an antique perfume and traces memories through the air.
about the record
Halos of perception ripple in a black temporary lake. Senses are alight in total darkness. Under torchlight I see a white spider build a web in wet glitter. Traffic becomes a tactile instrument ringing through 300km of tunnels to where I am. When we speak it reverberates for 32 seconds. You tell me stories from 1991. Every moment is extended when under the damp earth. Even the walls have a voice. An amulet of sweat forms on my neck.
- 1 - Limestone 7:34
- 2 - The painted room 10:18
- 3 - Stairway to the interior 4:20
- 4 - A fragrance of moss and chalk 7:44
- 5 - Cobwebs 6:26
- 6 - Amulet of sweat 3:18
€30,00
in stock
- 1 - Limestone 7:34
- 2 - The painted room 10:18
- 3 - Stairway to the interior 4:20
- 4 - A fragrance of moss and chalk 7:44
- 5 - Cobwebs 6:26
- 6 - Amulet of sweat 3:18
why we love this
A dust-coated trove of intimate beauty. Against a dark, swelling atmosphere, lightness drifts like an antique perfume and traces memories through the air.
about the record
Halos of perception ripple in a black temporary lake. Senses are alight in total darkness. Under torchlight I see a white spider build a web in wet glitter. Traffic becomes a tactile instrument ringing through 300km of tunnels to where I am. When we speak it reverberates for 32 seconds. You tell me stories from 1991. Every moment is extended when under the damp earth. Even the walls have a voice. An amulet of sweat forms on my neck.
