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Dreams of Portugal with Sea Oleena

 

Sweet Nelita emerges, entering the harbor, the docks trembling beneath the domes of stationary clouds. A foreign feature upon Lisbon’s bay, the figurine, the stoic tiger, the papery pearl aloft the Atlantic.

Great shakes continue to oscillate the hills. Dust and debris, seismic circles surround Rossio Square. A city, quaking, radiant, since its first stone was laid.

Pedestrians look on from their trodden and tremulous promenade, nearly slipping into the sea.

Behind Nelita, amidst the lightly tossing tidal blue, a glassy wake trails aft, muted, as dormant as the tiger’s treasure.

Through the arched opening, dazzling from the grasps of the unwavering masts, this strange and sober payload emanates: a new stillness, imported.

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Sea Oleena is Montreal-based artist Charlotte Loseth. Her stunning album Shallow is out September 30th through Lefse Records.

Dreams is an ongoing project where we ask our favorite artists to create a piece of music inspired by a handmade collage.

If I'm

 

Fluid, decisive, a bit sinister, “If I’m” signals the proper return of Sea Oleena. It opens Shallow, her forthcoming LP, and reveals a new breath in Charlotte’s body of work, her most powerful yet. Like the bloodied finger chosen as the album’s cover, “If I’m” is elegantly off, more than roses and window views, but thorns and negative space. The song abandons its groove halfway through, opting for an atmosphere which carries well into what follows.

Out September 30th, Shallow can be pre-ordered now through Lefse Records. And Charlotte recently performed a beautiful piece while hiking with Portals.

 

“Take a walk in the crystal city…”

The phrase comes iced-over and encouraged to the utmost sublime by Montreal’s Sea Oleena. It’s just one excerpt from “three seasons’ worth of endless nights and half-lived days”, otherwise known as Sleeplessness.

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“The long anticipated conclusion. The layer of dust on the bookshelf. The missed flight. The memorized view from a window. The space between.”

That memorized view has gone gray at the moment. Warped through glass, blurred by rain, the Sunday skyline is resting. As if aware of my stationary fate, Montreal’s Sea Oleena appeared a few hours ago by way of visual, leading to an extended sit with her dream spun self-titled EP.

Sea Oleena | Island Cottage

The entire release is waiting at bandcamp.

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