why we love this
Like petrol spilled on pavement, its iridescent glow reveals an alluring beauty that masks a troubled charm. Sounds burst forth like spinning screws, their metallic tones cutting through the air with silvery precision.
about the record
The smell of damp tarmac rises through open windows, a scent uniquely evocative for each of us depending on our individual histories: a suburban pavement, a school playground, a basketball court. The rain cuts through a band of low pressure that has been lying over the city for days, pinging rhythmically off metal and causing rolling tires to hiss and spit.
The music that soundtracks this meteorological shift is the debut full-length from Rain Text, the duo of Giuseppe Ielasi and Giovanni Civitenga, simply titled III. Scattered throughout the nameless eight tracks are moments of low-end pressure relieved by the fizz and clatter of metallic rhythms. There is static, there is discord, there is release.
- 3.1 3:30
- 3.2 4:10
- 3.3 3:43
- 3.4 3:50
- 3.5 3:56
- 3.6 7:26
- 3.7 4:14
- 3.8 3:20
€28,00
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- 3.1 3:30
- 3.2 4:10
- 3.3 3:43
- 3.4 3:50
- 3.5 3:56
- 3.6 7:26
- 3.7 4:14
- 3.8 3:20
why we love this
Like petrol spilled on pavement, its iridescent glow reveals an alluring beauty that masks a troubled charm. Sounds burst forth like spinning screws, their metallic tones cutting through the air with silvery precision.
about the record
The smell of damp tarmac rises through open windows, a scent uniquely evocative for each of us depending on our individual histories: a suburban pavement, a school playground, a basketball court. The rain cuts through a band of low pressure that has been lying over the city for days, pinging rhythmically off metal and causing rolling tires to hiss and spit.
The music that soundtracks this meteorological shift is the debut full-length from Rain Text, the duo of Giuseppe Ielasi and Giovanni Civitenga, simply titled III. Scattered throughout the nameless eight tracks are moments of low-end pressure relieved by the fizz and clatter of metallic rhythms. There is static, there is discord, there is release.
