From the summit, heads dipped back in a grin, both sailing upward, feet first; perfect…
Holy Girl | Young Love (Perfect Blue)
The duo have a few more shades at bandcamp/soundcloud.
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Into deep breaths of yours and mine and ours, the warmth no longer so far off. Dark, blank nothing. Shifting; in and out. A satisfying stretch, rapid eyes, but night passes quickly: cut short by the sun which had angled itself down through the thatch roof, slowly consuming every inch of our beach shelter with its smile. Awake and outside, looping between palm shade and sand castle confusion. Air hangs thick, draped in honey, and the path to town now boasted a few extra bends, seeming steeper, dripping further back; an exotic quicksand. Once again, the island is not what it was the day before; characteristics crossed, perceptions lost, overrun in summer smoke—a peculiar place, this mirage.
The center of town aims to please at every golden hour. First comes the village goofball, stinking of gin, singing an ode to his favorite cigarette; playfully underplaying a certain out-of-tune brilliance. The lovable, accidental pied piper ushers his crowd to a nearby saloon, before disappearing through some back exit, alone. Meanwhile, in front, the spell of a band in perfect symmetry takes orbit. Her voice resting on an irresistible chord, surrounded by the rings of Saturn, she sings of love’s magic.
Detoured by a different rhythm; a dream beat pulses from an alleyway, a dub tunnel, it manifests, framing a new darkness which snuck stealthily amidst the afternoon scene. Across the threshold, a goddess emerges, radiant, robotic; she pours three cups of tea. Each word she utters has a way of illustrating the air. Alas, such beauty will strain all eyes in time, and within a few rounds of phrasing, the letters vaporize, as does the goddess. My memories fade, she reminds, as a midnight waltz spins us to sleep and into the Land of Phantoms, where we all speak Japanese and the many accents of smooth jazz funk.
Good night, say ghosts. Good morning, says snow. It’s all over, they echo. It is, however, beyond definition, and the icy branches, in what had revealed itself—a boreal forest enchanted—shimmer strangely as if yet again, this island had shifted its position in the universe. Faces crystallize in white flakes, in and out of sentience, true and false, blinking and grinning, guiding over the transformant terrain—mountains descending into foothills, into wide open prairie. There sinks the stable, the aging edifice. Its wooden floor already formed to the earth, while serene in nature, yearning eerily for the motion that ultimately comes. Backwards, from the heavens, sweeps a mighty wrecking ball. It passes directly through the heart of the property, and onward, into the ground, splitting the world, a magnificent gap. With it we fall, spiraling down towards splendor unknown.
That evening the sun rose rather than set: it curved straight onto itself as we floated out on the reverse currents of this parallel side, our backs in the warmth, the island eclipsing off in the distance, the dreams having said, viewed, created, and their shadows, lead.
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15. Swartz et – Respire [Cognito Percepti]
14. Heathered Pearls – Loyal [Ghostly International]
13. Monster Rally – Beyond The Sea [Gold Robot]
12. Cemeteries – The Wilderness [Lefse]
11. Mac DeMarco – 2 [Captured Tracks]
10. TOPS – Tender Opposites [Arbutus]
09. Peaking Lights – Lucifer [Weird World]
08. Julia Holter – Ekstasis [RVNG Intl.]
07. Shintaro Sakamoto – How to Live with a Phantom [Other Music]
06. You’ll Never Get to Heaven – You’ll Never Get to Heaven [Divorce]
05. Hundred Waters – Hundred Waters [OWSLA]
04. OMBRE – Believe You Me [Asthmatic Kitty]
03. M. Sage – Lux Collapsing [Patient Sounds]
02. Tame Impala – Lonerism [Modular]
01. Dustin Wong – Dreams Say, View, Create, Shadow Leads [Thrill Jockey]The albums can be streamed at this Spotify playlist.
With real love, we thank you for spending some time with us, and for making this a wonderful year.
Peripherally, some kind of percussion, followed in the next facit by the jagged outline of a sax player, and finally, filling out, the makings of some ballroom pianist. But before anything inside this rock could make sense, it was gently swept off the table, into…
Reify, a three track EP of rather forward-thinking textural work, can be found at bandcamp.
“In The City of The Dead”, a serialized story/album by Digits.
Chapter 9: Stasis
“The fire beginning to die low, J sits with a small group of unaffiliated people in the middle of the disused intersection. Tapping on the Casiotone he recently found, he sings a song about their weariness, a hymn to the lost lives they used to lead. A secure existence, often boring, rarely catastrophic. They are all moved by the simple chords and wistful melody.
They do not speak of his relationship with the Mona Lisas. Perhaps some of them judge J for his collaboration with their oppressors. Perhaps others understand his actions, even sympathize with his weakness. But J’s guilt consumes him. He sees only accusation in their eyes.”
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The previous eight installments of Alt Altman’s synth-pop saga, each having unfolded over a different site, can be entered through its Table of Contents. The project follows J, a journalist and former musician stranded in a government quarantined, gang-run, zombie-infested city. And the warm, contemplative “Stasis” finds him in a rare and fleeting respite from the chaos, calm but not without concern, looking up to the ash-filled sky for any place better than this. Whether that lies ahead…we’ll have to wait and see.