why we love this
This record is a cartography of land and lore, its paths intersecting with timbres both warm and cold. Echoes of once-obscured places make themselves known in new ways. By setting her voice free, Adela allows it to transform into an elemental force.
about the record
This debut by Adela Mede, recorded in her family home on the Slovakian border with Hungary, searches through the personal, familial, cultural, folkloric, and geographic of her past and present. Examining both the vulnerability and determination of her voice—as it leaves the lips, raw, and in the ways it can be transformed with digital processing—the embodied memories of language, of utterance, are explored. Airy, open sound worlds and tentative strings of improvised naked vocal transform themselves into insistent repetition. Fizzing, sparkling electronics are set against the beautiful grainy depth of field recordings. The locations, these places, are found and lost— home is found and lost—in a dance of fragmented vocal harmonies. Three languages (English, Hungarian, Slovak) weave a song of spring, nature, forgiveness, togetherness, and rebirth.
— Lisa Busby
- 1 - Háromszorra Jövök Össze 3:55
- 2 - Interlude I 1:01
- 3 - Spolu 3:37
- 4 - Interlude II 0:52
- 5 - Gyöngyvirág 4:16
- 6 - Interlude III 0:41
- 7 - Sloboda 4:53
- 8 - Na Jar Sa Všetko Roztopí 2:17
- 9 - Voda Sa Vráti Tiež 3:23
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- 1 - Háromszorra Jövök Össze 3:55
- 2 - Interlude I 1:01
- 3 - Spolu 3:37
- 4 - Interlude II 0:52
- 5 - Gyöngyvirág 4:16
- 6 - Interlude III 0:41
- 7 - Sloboda 4:53
- 8 - Na Jar Sa Všetko Roztopí 2:17
- 9 - Voda Sa Vráti Tiež 3:23
why we love this
This record is a cartography of land and lore, its paths intersecting with timbres both warm and cold. Echoes of once-obscured places make themselves known in new ways. By setting her voice free, Adela allows it to transform into an elemental force.
about the record
This debut by Adela Mede, recorded in her family home on the Slovakian border with Hungary, searches through the personal, familial, cultural, folkloric, and geographic of her past and present. Examining both the vulnerability and determination of her voice—as it leaves the lips, raw, and in the ways it can be transformed with digital processing—the embodied memories of language, of utterance, are explored. Airy, open sound worlds and tentative strings of improvised naked vocal transform themselves into insistent repetition. Fizzing, sparkling electronics are set against the beautiful grainy depth of field recordings. The locations, these places, are found and lost— home is found and lost—in a dance of fragmented vocal harmonies. Three languages (English, Hungarian, Slovak) weave a song of spring, nature, forgiveness, togetherness, and rebirth.
— Lisa Busby
