why we love this
Ornate yet sombre. Otherworldly, yet poignantly human in its emotional grip.
about the record
Aftertouches playfully exploits the systemic nature of a post-sacred and post-instrument world, continuing Kara-Lis Coverdale’s exploration of coded realism and virtual transfiguration. Through an optimistic lens, Aftertouches explores and celebrates the multiple voices of the machine. Synthetic instruments sourced from VSTs, sound banks, and personal archives are arranged into holograms of dreams once inspired by physical origin. Through digital superimposition processes, instrument profiles mutate and take on new forms of articulation. Crystalline organs support and prop plastic voices and insistent water flutes dance with metallically chromatic snake-like motifs in vignettes of compositional schizophrenia. Absurd and delightful fusions seething through temporal portholes are unexpectedly swiped left, enveloped by dense clouds of lament and remembrance.
- 1 - Imgs /r 4:27
- 2 - Touch Me & Die 3:30
- 3 - Splash 144 3:32
- 4 - X 4EWI 5:20
- 5 - Ad_renaline 4:30
- 6 - Icon /c 3:53
- 7 - Arcane 5:23
- 8 - Nu_chanic 4:56
- 9 - Saps /h 4:32
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- 1 - Imgs /r 4:27
- 2 - Touch Me & Die 3:30
- 3 - Splash 144 3:32
- 4 - X 4EWI 5:20
- 5 - Ad_renaline 4:30
- 6 - Icon /c 3:53
- 7 - Arcane 5:23
- 8 - Nu_chanic 4:56
- 9 - Saps /h 4:32
why we love this
Ornate yet sombre. Otherworldly, yet poignantly human in its emotional grip.
about the record
Aftertouches playfully exploits the systemic nature of a post-sacred and post-instrument world, continuing Kara-Lis Coverdale’s exploration of coded realism and virtual transfiguration. Through an optimistic lens, Aftertouches explores and celebrates the multiple voices of the machine. Synthetic instruments sourced from VSTs, sound banks, and personal archives are arranged into holograms of dreams once inspired by physical origin. Through digital superimposition processes, instrument profiles mutate and take on new forms of articulation. Crystalline organs support and prop plastic voices and insistent water flutes dance with metallically chromatic snake-like motifs in vignettes of compositional schizophrenia. Absurd and delightful fusions seething through temporal portholes are unexpectedly swiped left, enveloped by dense clouds of lament and remembrance.
