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Richard Bundy and Anna Phoebe turn Dover's chapels, tunnels and chalk cliffs into the material of the music itself. On Clay Pipe, From the Edge is less a border town than the stone beneath it — piano, violin, the Sacconi Quartet and the town's own reverberations.
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Gintė Preisaitė, Instruments of Forgetting and the Singing Bone on FELT: electroacoustic collage, prepared piano and a voice resurfacing from oblivion like raking autumn Baltic light.
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Named for the deaf cat who died too young, Tujiko Noriko's sixth album for Editions Mego rebuilds a whole world of sound for an ear that never received it. Seventy minutes of electronics, voice and domestic recordings: not an album about grief, but a temperature of grief.
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There's an imaginary dial beneath this record, and it doesn't tell the hour one would expect from Ruth Garbus. Profound lives at noon, not the late-afternoon melancholy of her past — the record in which she stops casting long shadows, and sings her ageing as vegetal ornament.
Essays
Vicarious Nostalgia isn't a vaporwave aesthetic: saudade, mono no aware, viraha, huaigu. The words each culture gave to the nostalgia for what one hasn't lived.
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Girls Blue by Cher1tide: guitar and voice from Tokyo, lo-fi dream folk that holds its focus instead of blurring. A serene pastoral haunted like early Grouper.
Essays
Sonorizzazioni from the Seventies. Library cues made to order, shelved and forgotten, now playing again across a schedule that no longer exists.
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There is a river Andy Cartwright crosses every week, always the same mountain path in the French Alps where he has lived since the late twenty-tens, and every time it is a different river.
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Where Perhacs found the uncanny in stillness, Lindfors finds it in rupture. Slow Magic follows wonder into the hour when some of its enchantment has worn away, three in the morning rather than the pastoral afternoon.
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Born from a long-distance correspondence between Scotland's Euan Millar-McMeeken and Japan's Satomimagae, Gloaming turns distance into fertile ground — folk and ambient, piano and deteriorated tape, two sensibilities reshaping one another across a shared twilight.
Essays
There's a drawer somewhere, and inside it a tape. It happened to Linda Perhacs and to Parallelograms — and to a whole lineage of women the world missed the first time. A map of how a certain light keeps switching back on, three times, in three different ways.
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Andrew Wasylyk opens his orchestrated art-folk to the human voice for the first time: six singers gathered remotely and drawn as six songbirds by Frances Castle. From Kathryn Joseph's dark to the Amber Room's cinematic ache, a record about what cannot be put back together.