why we love this
A hypersensitive record, each note a delicate vibration, a study in hyperacusis. It's daydreaming at its fullest, a thorough exploration of sound and sensation.
about the record
“Gyropedie,” Anne Guthrie’s third record for Students of Decay, takes us further into their hermetic practice, wherein expertly captured field recordings, French horn, and electronics are woven into potent and richly imagined electroacoustic environments.
In Guthrie’s own words, “Quite literally a record of pilgrimage from East to West. Remnants of Midwest and East Coast soundmarks, instruments sold to lighten the travel load, sketched out and then buried under the new. Winter birds and crunching snow, frozen playgrounds, broken synths - I spent a year decoupaging over this, but of course it's still there. A second moon appears occasionally in the daytime, and there are frequent, murky transmissions. California has something alien about it I'm still trying to grasp. Primarily vintage, unabashed, corny, I find myself becoming an impressionist.”
- 1 - Threading A Closed Loop 7:10
- 2 - Hill, Mountain 8:04
- 3 - Variation On Coral 8:56
- 4 - The Goldbeater's Skin 7:38
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- 1 - Threading A Closed Loop 7:10
- 2 - Hill, Mountain 8:04
- 3 - Variation On Coral 8:56
- 4 - The Goldbeater's Skin 7:38
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why we love this
A hypersensitive record, each note a delicate vibration, a study in hyperacusis. It's daydreaming at its fullest, a thorough exploration of sound and sensation.
about the record
“Gyropedie,” Anne Guthrie’s third record for Students of Decay, takes us further into their hermetic practice, wherein expertly captured field recordings, French horn, and electronics are woven into potent and richly imagined electroacoustic environments.
In Guthrie’s own words, “Quite literally a record of pilgrimage from East to West. Remnants of Midwest and East Coast soundmarks, instruments sold to lighten the travel load, sketched out and then buried under the new. Winter birds and crunching snow, frozen playgrounds, broken synths - I spent a year decoupaging over this, but of course it's still there. A second moon appears occasionally in the daytime, and there are frequent, murky transmissions. California has something alien about it I'm still trying to grasp. Primarily vintage, unabashed, corny, I find myself becoming an impressionist.”