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about the cassette
Daphne X’s music is often rooted in the voice, but on her album An Echo of Something I Don’t Remember, the Barcelona-based Greek Anatolian artist and sound designer stretches that concept well beyond her own utterances and vocalizations.
While her wordless murmurs seem to hover angelically throughout the record, they are just one thread in a delicate aural web that incorporates others' voices and a litany of organic and synthesized sounds. The clacking of a laptop keyboard, the groan of a rusty window handle, and loops from childhood tapes blend with field recordings from an Austrian garden and drones from a Magnus Electric Chord Organ found at a Polish flea market.
Deeply inspired by Pauline Oliveros’ meditative works and deep listening ethos, Daphne fills her reverb-glazed compositions with feelings of wonder and anticipation, fostering a sense of sonic kinship with the world around her.
- 1 - Each Finger A Pedal 8:42
- 2 - Each Pedal a Village of Hours 4:19
- 3 - Each Hour a House 6:53
- 4 - Each Minute a Brick 3:17
- 5 - Each Hole on the Brick a Window 5:44
- 6 - To Something I Don't Remember 5:47
- 7 - Or Something that Hasn't Happened Yet 6:01
- 8 - Hands are Flowers 5:56
€14,00
in stock
- 1 - Each Finger A Pedal 8:42
- 2 - Each Pedal a Village of Hours 4:19
- 3 - Each Hour a House 6:53
- 4 - Each Minute a Brick 3:17
- 5 - Each Hole on the Brick a Window 5:44
- 6 - To Something I Don't Remember 5:47
- 7 - Or Something that Hasn't Happened Yet 6:01
- 8 - Hands are Flowers 5:56
about the cassette
Daphne X’s music is often rooted in the voice, but on her album An Echo of Something I Don’t Remember, the Barcelona-based Greek Anatolian artist and sound designer stretches that concept well beyond her own utterances and vocalizations.
While her wordless murmurs seem to hover angelically throughout the record, they are just one thread in a delicate aural web that incorporates others' voices and a litany of organic and synthesized sounds. The clacking of a laptop keyboard, the groan of a rusty window handle, and loops from childhood tapes blend with field recordings from an Austrian garden and drones from a Magnus Electric Chord Organ found at a Polish flea market.
Deeply inspired by Pauline Oliveros’ meditative works and deep listening ethos, Daphne fills her reverb-glazed compositions with feelings of wonder and anticipation, fostering a sense of sonic kinship with the world around her.
