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Felisha Ledesma unfurls sumptuous tones, personal voice recordings, scatters, and a heavy, onyx-like sparsity in this beautiful touchstone of sound holding patience, and patience shaping presence.

about the record

A gorgeous swell of intimate soundscaping from Felisha Ledesma, dispatching two extended, richly absorbing pieces woven from everyday detritus: synths, strings, voicemail, found sounds. Using AMQRโ€”a software synthesizer built by Ledesma together with Ess Mattissonโ€”both pieces here shimmer with elusive timbres that occupy a realm that feels lost between worldsโ€”neither electronic nor acoustic, but more a sort of observational sound that radiates togetherness and warmth.

Operating at insightful levels of synesthesia, Ledesma poetically turns ostensibly humdrum sources into clouds of smokeโ€”emails, voicenotes, walking along the water, a poem attached to an email, walking alone in New York during lockdown, going for a swim at sunset in the desertโ€”all turn into a smudge of memory. When โ€˜Beamsplittersโ€™ opens with a tangible human presenceโ€”a voicemail from a friendโ€”it startles with its earthly pull, eventually getting lost in a tangled spool of found sound, leaving just a trace of iridescent, intimate reverie.

  1. 1 - Golden Mirror 9:43
  2. 2 - Beamsplitters 9:56

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26,00

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  1. 1 - Golden Mirror 9:43
  2. 2 - Beamsplitters 9:56

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why we love this

Felisha Ledesma unfurls sumptuous tones, personal voice recordings, scatters, and a heavy, onyx-like sparsity in this beautiful touchstone of sound holding patience, and patience shaping presence.

about the record

A gorgeous swell of intimate soundscaping from Felisha Ledesma, dispatching two extended, richly absorbing pieces woven from everyday detritus: synths, strings, voicemail, found sounds. Using AMQRโ€”a software synthesizer built by Ledesma together with Ess Mattissonโ€”both pieces here shimmer with elusive timbres that occupy a realm that feels lost between worldsโ€”neither electronic nor acoustic, but more a sort of observational sound that radiates togetherness and warmth.

Operating at insightful levels of synesthesia, Ledesma poetically turns ostensibly humdrum sources into clouds of smokeโ€”emails, voicenotes, walking along the water, a poem attached to an email, walking alone in New York during lockdown, going for a swim at sunset in the desertโ€”all turn into a smudge of memory. When โ€˜Beamsplittersโ€™ opens with a tangible human presenceโ€”a voicemail from a friendโ€”it startles with its earthly pull, eventually getting lost in a tangled spool of found sound, leaving just a trace of iridescent, intimate reverie.

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