Félicia Atkinson & Jefre Cantu-Ledesma
Comme Un Seul Narcisse
A perfectly nuanced, incisive suite of late night composition by two deft and eternally searching artists, Félicia Atkinson (France), and Jefre Cantu-Ledesma (U.S.A.), which sounds little like anything we’ve previously heard from them. RIYL Wanda Group, Luc Ferrari, Anne Guthrie, and wandering and dozing off in the middle of a foreign space.
Parsed and woven from recordings made in The Alps and New York City without ever meeting one another, it forms an unresolved drift between the lines, in the margins of their contrasting, dissected dimensions, never once allowing the listener to know who is making what sound, or where it comes from, and thereby allowing us to wander almost uninhibited by pretext or signposts.
Both artists are highly mutable collaborators; Félicia with Sylvain Chaveau, Peter Broderick and Brian Pyle over the last decade, and Cantu-Ledesma as member in a host of bands (The Alps, Tarentel, Raum). But here they purposefully skirt any idea of conventional collaboration in order to divine zig-zagging sonic leylines and liminal zones of conscious, perceptual de/construction.It represents a mooching, flâneur-like account of site-specific observations and diegetic sounds uprooted and collaged into an abstract, oblique daydream; mapping vertiginous, winding mountain paths thru multi-storey apartment blocks and gridiron streets to form a whole new topography unrecognisable from its sources.
The results are lofty in a heady, atmospheric sense - vacillating breezy bird songs and distant traffic noise perfused with the drone of electrical hum and wafting piano meditations - but so subtly knitted and elided as to strip their GPS co-ordinates and become a relief map made of ephemeral, sensory gestures and fleeting moments leading themselves to listening with the windows open or ensconced in headphones to counter heavy human traffic.
It's a sublime listen from the increasingly interesting Shelter Press - if you've followed Félicia Atkinson's work before, or are a fan of Jefre Cantu-Ledesma's sublime A Year With 13 Moons - this one comes hugely recommended.
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A perfectly nuanced, incisive suite of late night composition by two deft and eternally searching artists, Félicia Atkinson (France), and Jefre Cantu-Ledesma (U.S.A.), which sounds little like anything we’ve previously heard from them. RIYL Wanda Group, Luc Ferrari, Anne Guthrie, and wandering and dozing off in the middle of a foreign space.
Parsed and woven from recordings made in The Alps and New York City without ever meeting one another, it forms an unresolved drift between the lines, in the margins of their contrasting, dissected dimensions, never once allowing the listener to know who is making what sound, or where it comes from, and thereby allowing us to wander almost uninhibited by pretext or signposts.
Both artists are highly mutable collaborators; Félicia with Sylvain Chaveau, Peter Broderick and Brian Pyle over the last decade, and Cantu-Ledesma as member in a host of bands (The Alps, Tarentel, Raum). But here they purposefully skirt any idea of conventional collaboration in order to divine zig-zagging sonic leylines and liminal zones of conscious, perceptual de/construction.It represents a mooching, flâneur-like account of site-specific observations and diegetic sounds uprooted and collaged into an abstract, oblique daydream; mapping vertiginous, winding mountain paths thru multi-storey apartment blocks and gridiron streets to form a whole new topography unrecognisable from its sources.
The results are lofty in a heady, atmospheric sense - vacillating breezy bird songs and distant traffic noise perfused with the drone of electrical hum and wafting piano meditations - but so subtly knitted and elided as to strip their GPS co-ordinates and become a relief map made of ephemeral, sensory gestures and fleeting moments leading themselves to listening with the windows open or ensconced in headphones to counter heavy human traffic.
It's a sublime listen from the increasingly interesting Shelter Press - if you've followed Félicia Atkinson's work before, or are a fan of Jefre Cantu-Ledesma's sublime A Year With 13 Moons - this one comes hugely recommended.
A perfectly nuanced, incisive suite of late night composition by two deft and eternally searching artists, Félicia Atkinson (France), and Jefre Cantu-Ledesma (U.S.A.), which sounds little like anything we’ve previously heard from them. RIYL Wanda Group, Luc Ferrari, Anne Guthrie, and wandering and dozing off in the middle of a foreign space.
Parsed and woven from recordings made in The Alps and New York City without ever meeting one another, it forms an unresolved drift between the lines, in the margins of their contrasting, dissected dimensions, never once allowing the listener to know who is making what sound, or where it comes from, and thereby allowing us to wander almost uninhibited by pretext or signposts.
Both artists are highly mutable collaborators; Félicia with Sylvain Chaveau, Peter Broderick and Brian Pyle over the last decade, and Cantu-Ledesma as member in a host of bands (The Alps, Tarentel, Raum). But here they purposefully skirt any idea of conventional collaboration in order to divine zig-zagging sonic leylines and liminal zones of conscious, perceptual de/construction.It represents a mooching, flâneur-like account of site-specific observations and diegetic sounds uprooted and collaged into an abstract, oblique daydream; mapping vertiginous, winding mountain paths thru multi-storey apartment blocks and gridiron streets to form a whole new topography unrecognisable from its sources.
The results are lofty in a heady, atmospheric sense - vacillating breezy bird songs and distant traffic noise perfused with the drone of electrical hum and wafting piano meditations - but so subtly knitted and elided as to strip their GPS co-ordinates and become a relief map made of ephemeral, sensory gestures and fleeting moments leading themselves to listening with the windows open or ensconced in headphones to counter heavy human traffic.
It's a sublime listen from the increasingly interesting Shelter Press - if you've followed Félicia Atkinson's work before, or are a fan of Jefre Cantu-Ledesma's sublime A Year With 13 Moons - this one comes hugely recommended.
A perfectly nuanced, incisive suite of late night composition by two deft and eternally searching artists, Félicia Atkinson (France), and Jefre Cantu-Ledesma (U.S.A.), which sounds little like anything we’ve previously heard from them. RIYL Wanda Group, Luc Ferrari, Anne Guthrie, and wandering and dozing off in the middle of a foreign space.
Parsed and woven from recordings made in The Alps and New York City without ever meeting one another, it forms an unresolved drift between the lines, in the margins of their contrasting, dissected dimensions, never once allowing the listener to know who is making what sound, or where it comes from, and thereby allowing us to wander almost uninhibited by pretext or signposts.
Both artists are highly mutable collaborators; Félicia with Sylvain Chaveau, Peter Broderick and Brian Pyle over the last decade, and Cantu-Ledesma as member in a host of bands (The Alps, Tarentel, Raum). But here they purposefully skirt any idea of conventional collaboration in order to divine zig-zagging sonic leylines and liminal zones of conscious, perceptual de/construction.It represents a mooching, flâneur-like account of site-specific observations and diegetic sounds uprooted and collaged into an abstract, oblique daydream; mapping vertiginous, winding mountain paths thru multi-storey apartment blocks and gridiron streets to form a whole new topography unrecognisable from its sources.
The results are lofty in a heady, atmospheric sense - vacillating breezy bird songs and distant traffic noise perfused with the drone of electrical hum and wafting piano meditations - but so subtly knitted and elided as to strip their GPS co-ordinates and become a relief map made of ephemeral, sensory gestures and fleeting moments leading themselves to listening with the windows open or ensconced in headphones to counter heavy human traffic.
It's a sublime listen from the increasingly interesting Shelter Press - if you've followed Félicia Atkinson's work before, or are a fan of Jefre Cantu-Ledesma's sublime A Year With 13 Moons - this one comes hugely recommended.
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A perfectly nuanced, incisive suite of late night composition by two deft and eternally searching artists, Félicia Atkinson (France), and Jefre Cantu-Ledesma (U.S.A.), which sounds little like anything we’ve previously heard from them. RIYL Wanda Group, Luc Ferrari, Anne Guthrie, and wandering and dozing off in the middle of a foreign space.
Parsed and woven from recordings made in The Alps and New York City without ever meeting one another, it forms an unresolved drift between the lines, in the margins of their contrasting, dissected dimensions, never once allowing the listener to know who is making what sound, or where it comes from, and thereby allowing us to wander almost uninhibited by pretext or signposts.
Both artists are highly mutable collaborators; Félicia with Sylvain Chaveau, Peter Broderick and Brian Pyle over the last decade, and Cantu-Ledesma as member in a host of bands (The Alps, Tarentel, Raum). But here they purposefully skirt any idea of conventional collaboration in order to divine zig-zagging sonic leylines and liminal zones of conscious, perceptual de/construction.It represents a mooching, flâneur-like account of site-specific observations and diegetic sounds uprooted and collaged into an abstract, oblique daydream; mapping vertiginous, winding mountain paths thru multi-storey apartment blocks and gridiron streets to form a whole new topography unrecognisable from its sources.
The results are lofty in a heady, atmospheric sense - vacillating breezy bird songs and distant traffic noise perfused with the drone of electrical hum and wafting piano meditations - but so subtly knitted and elided as to strip their GPS co-ordinates and become a relief map made of ephemeral, sensory gestures and fleeting moments leading themselves to listening with the windows open or ensconced in headphones to counter heavy human traffic.
It's a sublime listen from the increasingly interesting Shelter Press - if you've followed Félicia Atkinson's work before, or are a fan of Jefre Cantu-Ledesma's sublime A Year With 13 Moons - this one comes hugely recommended.