Night hangs differently; the bedroom anchored in a slow glow, the neighborhood spins…
Chemists // 化学者 is Virginia-based artist Danny Bozella. To date the project has collected Bozella’s solo experiments away from Rem’s Floating Chandelier. With Slow House Virtual he’s focused in on a sound, fusing wobbly guitar work with atmospheric beatmaking. While still abstract and fleeting, together the sketches make for a rather warm, transcendent little listen here.
A milky bridge rolls over the alps of Zell am See. Morning glory foreign.
Somewhere in the valley, a cathedral bellows. Organ cries ricochet in thermal currents.
A great lift; the wings respond.
White horses prance below, their lines written loosely across the vast face of the mossy glade.
Curiously charmed, the passengers wish this drift to last—to reach some zephyr’s summit, or recede into the lost sanctuary. Or even to arrive in the company of extinct creatures.
Alas, the shade casts across the patchwork, racing to meet the glider as its brief voyage hovers to an elegant halt.
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Candy Claws are no strangers to lands dreamt or hidden. We’re honored they decided to hang here with us, coincidentally right before backpacking the Austrian Alps in reality, which is roughly where they are at the moment. Ceres & Calypso in the Deep Time, their 4th full length album, is due out June 25th on twosyllable.
“…all environmental sound and non-sound begin to have a meaning to me and the sound begins to shine.”
Above is the music and the words of Michiru Aoyama. Both are in reference to the composer’s regular practice of meditation in Zen Buddhism. Matched with Prelinger-sourced infrared footage, “日本の空気 (Air of Japan)” illuminates those shining subtleties in hyper-awareness. The four minutes works well as a standalone zone-out, but we also recommend letting them open up a nice half-hour of textural ambient and static drone at bandcamp via Hamburg-based label Organic Industries.
Alone; a vibrant desire, a glimmer so high…
The art of floral arrangement known as Ikebana inevitably comes up here when highlighting a project that shares its name, and its principles—”minimalism, beauty in space, calmness…”. The parallels are immediate; “Kiss” enchants with restraint, its chords plucked almost as selectively as its words. The message is sincere, and as focused as its title. The pacing is unforced, its end result reaching somewhere uniquely sublime.
The song appears on the Japanese female duo’s LP when you arrive there, due out July 8th via Flau.
Moons rest low enough to touch. Everything; all walls and walkways, even the luminescent spheres themselves, porcelain.
Men wander the labyrinth of labyrinths of labyrinths, peaking in and out of corridors. Passing the same markets again and again and again… they pick up telephones, only to meet the vacant hiss of the exiled. Omnipresent mantras tangle in the shadings of stone and menacing branches.
They find doors within doors within doors, confronting interiors far larger than spatial reasoning would suggest. Beyond one frame, a desert fortress overlooks the Dead Sea at high noon, a panning mirage. Inside another, the scene repeats from the opposite vantage, hours later, glistening under moons partially submerged in salt. Through the next, a threshold brightens at dawn, clearing the fortress and the sea overhead, its reflection cycling from speck to surge—cumalitively, again, rippling porcelain without end.
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Recycle Culture is the project of an Erik, whose whereabouts for now remain simply on the World Wide Web, in a collection of masterful downtempo and uptempo work found at bandcamp.