Arise in Sinking Feelings
A highly sensuous voyage into the blushing aether from Richard Chartier's Pinkcourtesyphone project, 'Arise in Sinking Feelings' is a celebration of tranquil, kitschy nostalgia and soured romance that conceals a repository of evocative samples under blistered tape noise and Lynchian fog. RIYL Romance, The Caretaker, William Basinski.
Around 10 minutes into 'when static alludes to apprehension', muffled voices bounce around below smeared-out drones. It sounds like someone shouting incoherently in a disused grain silo, and immediately provokes the anxiety Chartier admits to wanting to capture on 'Arise in Sinking Feelings'. He's already proved how capable he is at capturing vaporous, queer nostalgia with his last run of albums, and this time he wanders alone into the isolating, fleshy darkness. Lit by candlelight, hid muddy, muggy themes sound heartbroken, but not without a hint of wryness. Just head over to the charming 'notes on vacuuming' and marvel at its pier-side piano and lavish, showgirl strings, swallowed by reverb. tape-smeared until they're nothing but gloomy, empyrean whispers.
Elsewhere, Chartier whisks foghorn drones into industrial smoke on 'post-sumptuous - post-sumptuous', looping a robotic voice until time-stretched diva wails take us to the close. After the nervous, unsettling doom of 'gesturing at an object until it is gone' - almost a quarter hour of rattling tape noise and crackling static - 'to be expected' concludes the album on a hushed sort of flirtation, where whimsical strings and tempered xylophones melt into birdsong. "Love never ends," a voice cries out, as we fade to pink.
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A highly sensuous voyage into the blushing aether from Richard Chartier's Pinkcourtesyphone project, 'Arise in Sinking Feelings' is a celebration of tranquil, kitschy nostalgia and soured romance that conceals a repository of evocative samples under blistered tape noise and Lynchian fog. RIYL Romance, The Caretaker, William Basinski.
Around 10 minutes into 'when static alludes to apprehension', muffled voices bounce around below smeared-out drones. It sounds like someone shouting incoherently in a disused grain silo, and immediately provokes the anxiety Chartier admits to wanting to capture on 'Arise in Sinking Feelings'. He's already proved how capable he is at capturing vaporous, queer nostalgia with his last run of albums, and this time he wanders alone into the isolating, fleshy darkness. Lit by candlelight, hid muddy, muggy themes sound heartbroken, but not without a hint of wryness. Just head over to the charming 'notes on vacuuming' and marvel at its pier-side piano and lavish, showgirl strings, swallowed by reverb. tape-smeared until they're nothing but gloomy, empyrean whispers.
Elsewhere, Chartier whisks foghorn drones into industrial smoke on 'post-sumptuous - post-sumptuous', looping a robotic voice until time-stretched diva wails take us to the close. After the nervous, unsettling doom of 'gesturing at an object until it is gone' - almost a quarter hour of rattling tape noise and crackling static - 'to be expected' concludes the album on a hushed sort of flirtation, where whimsical strings and tempered xylophones melt into birdsong. "Love never ends," a voice cries out, as we fade to pink.
A highly sensuous voyage into the blushing aether from Richard Chartier's Pinkcourtesyphone project, 'Arise in Sinking Feelings' is a celebration of tranquil, kitschy nostalgia and soured romance that conceals a repository of evocative samples under blistered tape noise and Lynchian fog. RIYL Romance, The Caretaker, William Basinski.
Around 10 minutes into 'when static alludes to apprehension', muffled voices bounce around below smeared-out drones. It sounds like someone shouting incoherently in a disused grain silo, and immediately provokes the anxiety Chartier admits to wanting to capture on 'Arise in Sinking Feelings'. He's already proved how capable he is at capturing vaporous, queer nostalgia with his last run of albums, and this time he wanders alone into the isolating, fleshy darkness. Lit by candlelight, hid muddy, muggy themes sound heartbroken, but not without a hint of wryness. Just head over to the charming 'notes on vacuuming' and marvel at its pier-side piano and lavish, showgirl strings, swallowed by reverb. tape-smeared until they're nothing but gloomy, empyrean whispers.
Elsewhere, Chartier whisks foghorn drones into industrial smoke on 'post-sumptuous - post-sumptuous', looping a robotic voice until time-stretched diva wails take us to the close. After the nervous, unsettling doom of 'gesturing at an object until it is gone' - almost a quarter hour of rattling tape noise and crackling static - 'to be expected' concludes the album on a hushed sort of flirtation, where whimsical strings and tempered xylophones melt into birdsong. "Love never ends," a voice cries out, as we fade to pink.
A highly sensuous voyage into the blushing aether from Richard Chartier's Pinkcourtesyphone project, 'Arise in Sinking Feelings' is a celebration of tranquil, kitschy nostalgia and soured romance that conceals a repository of evocative samples under blistered tape noise and Lynchian fog. RIYL Romance, The Caretaker, William Basinski.
Around 10 minutes into 'when static alludes to apprehension', muffled voices bounce around below smeared-out drones. It sounds like someone shouting incoherently in a disused grain silo, and immediately provokes the anxiety Chartier admits to wanting to capture on 'Arise in Sinking Feelings'. He's already proved how capable he is at capturing vaporous, queer nostalgia with his last run of albums, and this time he wanders alone into the isolating, fleshy darkness. Lit by candlelight, hid muddy, muggy themes sound heartbroken, but not without a hint of wryness. Just head over to the charming 'notes on vacuuming' and marvel at its pier-side piano and lavish, showgirl strings, swallowed by reverb. tape-smeared until they're nothing but gloomy, empyrean whispers.
Elsewhere, Chartier whisks foghorn drones into industrial smoke on 'post-sumptuous - post-sumptuous', looping a robotic voice until time-stretched diva wails take us to the close. After the nervous, unsettling doom of 'gesturing at an object until it is gone' - almost a quarter hour of rattling tape noise and crackling static - 'to be expected' concludes the album on a hushed sort of flirtation, where whimsical strings and tempered xylophones melt into birdsong. "Love never ends," a voice cries out, as we fade to pink.
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A highly sensuous voyage into the blushing aether from Richard Chartier's Pinkcourtesyphone project, 'Arise in Sinking Feelings' is a celebration of tranquil, kitschy nostalgia and soured romance that conceals a repository of evocative samples under blistered tape noise and Lynchian fog. RIYL Romance, The Caretaker, William Basinski.
Around 10 minutes into 'when static alludes to apprehension', muffled voices bounce around below smeared-out drones. It sounds like someone shouting incoherently in a disused grain silo, and immediately provokes the anxiety Chartier admits to wanting to capture on 'Arise in Sinking Feelings'. He's already proved how capable he is at capturing vaporous, queer nostalgia with his last run of albums, and this time he wanders alone into the isolating, fleshy darkness. Lit by candlelight, hid muddy, muggy themes sound heartbroken, but not without a hint of wryness. Just head over to the charming 'notes on vacuuming' and marvel at its pier-side piano and lavish, showgirl strings, swallowed by reverb. tape-smeared until they're nothing but gloomy, empyrean whispers.
Elsewhere, Chartier whisks foghorn drones into industrial smoke on 'post-sumptuous - post-sumptuous', looping a robotic voice until time-stretched diva wails take us to the close. After the nervous, unsettling doom of 'gesturing at an object until it is gone' - almost a quarter hour of rattling tape noise and crackling static - 'to be expected' concludes the album on a hushed sort of flirtation, where whimsical strings and tempered xylophones melt into birdsong. "Love never ends," a voice cries out, as we fade to pink.