2021. szeptember 17., péntek

Walt McClements – A Hole In The Fence (2021) FULL ALBUM

American Dreams Records – 029-ADR (US, 2021) BUY: https://waltmcclements.bandcamp.com/a... 00:00 A1. Beginning (Still As Ships) 05:05 A2. Thresholds (Through A Hole In The Fence) 11:16 A3. Naked (A Showing Of Scars) 15:58 B1. Climb (Two Times Past Same Point In Six Hours) 22:23 B2. Reckon (Holding Buring Beams) 27:43 B3. Rinse (Repeat Repeat) _______________________ Written and recorded by Walt McClements - except track 3 recorded by Ben Babbitt Performed by Walt McClements on Accordion (with organ on track 4) Mixed and mastered by Don Godwin Cover photography by Meg Turner Photo shoot assisted by Li Yaffe Special thanks to Matt Sexter, Mary Lattimore, Ben Babbitt, Amelia Jackie, Jordan Reyes, and Kieran Ionescu

2021. szeptember 12., vasárnap

yes​/​and – yes​/​and (2021) FULL ALBUM


Driftless Recordings (US, 2021) BUY: https://yesandmusic.bandcamp.com/albu... 00:00 1. Craggy 01:41 2. Ugly Orange 06:01 3. More Than Love 09:40 4. Learning About Who You Are 17:33 5. Centered Shell 20:10 6. Tumble 22:39 7. Melt Away 25:57 8. Making A Monument 27:31 9. Emotion Scroll 29:57 10. In My Heaven All Faucets Are Fountains The charged partnership of versatile guitarist Meg Duffy (aka Hand Habits) and producer Joel Ford (Oneohtrix Point Never, Jacques Greene, North Americans) took shape during pandemic-shadowed studio sessions in Los Angeles, gradually congealing into a poetic sonic language compellingly distinct from their respective discographies. As the moniker alludes to, 'yes/and' embraces an elusive, curious forward momentum, spiraling but subdued, between divination and dissipation. Despite the album's experimental nature, its 10 tracks feel distinctly intimate and emotive, imbued with a strange optimism, both open-ended and opaque. The song titles reflect a similar duality, alternately blunt and oblique (“Learning About Who You Are,” “In My Heaven All Faucets Are Fountains”). Their musical instincts are oddly complementary, with Duffy's tactile fingerpicking and string caresses framed by Ford's spatial textures and compositional patience, conjuring an elevated theater of rare air and veiled escape. It's a suite born of friendship and depths, as tangled as it is translucent, somehow barely there yet far beyond the sum of its parts.