€29,00
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why we love this
Like soot covering a rococo chamber ceiling, a fragile display of beauty emerges through a darkened atmosphere, hinting at impending decay. Cello and electronics intertwine in a delicate release, capturing the soft, often blurry edges of despair and hope.
about the record
Oliver Coates' Throb, shiver, arrow of time is a portal into somatic chiaroscuro, aglow with the embers of imperfect memories and smudged with the plumes of internal echoes, which augment in vast, mercurial dimensions. The ten compositions of Throb, shiver, arrow of time find weightless melodies soaring across after-image gradients, while Coates reaches further to collapse the digital into the analogue and vice versa, allowing serendipity to reorganize the material and push outwards. The music acts like weather, weathering the listener, or like flames licking at the sides of objects.
- 1 - Ultra valid 3:23
- 2 - Radiocello 2:37
- 3 - Please be normal 3:39
- 4 - Apparition (feat. Malibu) 3:33
- 5 - Address 2:42
- 6 - Backprint radiation (feat. Faten Kanaan) 3:24
- 7 - Shopping centre curfew 1:46
- 8 - 90 6:22
- 9 - Living branches (feat. chrysanthemum bear) 5:42
- 10 - Make it happen 7:22
€29,00
in stock
- 1 - Ultra valid 3:23
- 2 - Radiocello 2:37
- 3 - Please be normal 3:39
- 4 - Apparition (feat. Malibu) 3:33
- 5 - Address 2:42
- 6 - Backprint radiation (feat. Faten Kanaan) 3:24
- 7 - Shopping centre curfew 1:46
- 8 - 90 6:22
- 9 - Living branches (feat. chrysanthemum bear) 5:42
- 10 - Make it happen 7:22
why we love this
Like soot covering a rococo chamber ceiling, a fragile display of beauty emerges through a darkened atmosphere, hinting at impending decay. Cello and electronics intertwine in a delicate release, capturing the soft, often blurry edges of despair and hope.
about the record
Oliver Coates' Throb, shiver, arrow of time is a portal into somatic chiaroscuro, aglow with the embers of imperfect memories and smudged with the plumes of internal echoes, which augment in vast, mercurial dimensions. The ten compositions of Throb, shiver, arrow of time find weightless melodies soaring across after-image gradients, while Coates reaches further to collapse the digital into the analogue and vice versa, allowing serendipity to reorganize the material and push outwards. The music acts like weather, weathering the listener, or like flames licking at the sides of objects.
