Phoenix: La Petite Mort Édition
An overcast "Caretakered" ambient re-working of Eartheater's phenomenal 'Phoenix: Flames Are Dew Upon My Skin' full-length. Properly smudged, late-night business.
We never imagined we needed a suite of fully blurred, smudged-to-fuck reworks of every track on Eartheater's "Phoenix", but now they're here we're not sure how we survived without them. There's nothing particularly complicated inside - the same process is applied to each song: a timestretched wooze that should be familiar to anyone who's spent a considerable amount of time in the ambient zone over the last decade or two. But "Pheonix: La Petite Mort Edition" isn't about technical grandstanding. Like The Caretaker's reverberating vignettes, Eartheater's edits conduct an alluringly haunting mood that adds an erotic postscript to the original album.
If "Phoenix" was a deft exercise in spare songwriting and elegiac dream-pop soundscaping, "La Petite Mort Edition" morphs the experience into a mystifying, drug-delayed climax, dragging every crescendo into an edged squeal. Bonus points for providing a long-form mixed version for the tantra demons on the digi version. Who said ambient music can't be sexy?
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An overcast "Caretakered" ambient re-working of Eartheater's phenomenal 'Phoenix: Flames Are Dew Upon My Skin' full-length. Properly smudged, late-night business.
We never imagined we needed a suite of fully blurred, smudged-to-fuck reworks of every track on Eartheater's "Phoenix", but now they're here we're not sure how we survived without them. There's nothing particularly complicated inside - the same process is applied to each song: a timestretched wooze that should be familiar to anyone who's spent a considerable amount of time in the ambient zone over the last decade or two. But "Pheonix: La Petite Mort Edition" isn't about technical grandstanding. Like The Caretaker's reverberating vignettes, Eartheater's edits conduct an alluringly haunting mood that adds an erotic postscript to the original album.
If "Phoenix" was a deft exercise in spare songwriting and elegiac dream-pop soundscaping, "La Petite Mort Edition" morphs the experience into a mystifying, drug-delayed climax, dragging every crescendo into an edged squeal. Bonus points for providing a long-form mixed version for the tantra demons on the digi version. Who said ambient music can't be sexy?
An overcast "Caretakered" ambient re-working of Eartheater's phenomenal 'Phoenix: Flames Are Dew Upon My Skin' full-length. Properly smudged, late-night business.
We never imagined we needed a suite of fully blurred, smudged-to-fuck reworks of every track on Eartheater's "Phoenix", but now they're here we're not sure how we survived without them. There's nothing particularly complicated inside - the same process is applied to each song: a timestretched wooze that should be familiar to anyone who's spent a considerable amount of time in the ambient zone over the last decade or two. But "Pheonix: La Petite Mort Edition" isn't about technical grandstanding. Like The Caretaker's reverberating vignettes, Eartheater's edits conduct an alluringly haunting mood that adds an erotic postscript to the original album.
If "Phoenix" was a deft exercise in spare songwriting and elegiac dream-pop soundscaping, "La Petite Mort Edition" morphs the experience into a mystifying, drug-delayed climax, dragging every crescendo into an edged squeal. Bonus points for providing a long-form mixed version for the tantra demons on the digi version. Who said ambient music can't be sexy?
An overcast "Caretakered" ambient re-working of Eartheater's phenomenal 'Phoenix: Flames Are Dew Upon My Skin' full-length. Properly smudged, late-night business.
We never imagined we needed a suite of fully blurred, smudged-to-fuck reworks of every track on Eartheater's "Phoenix", but now they're here we're not sure how we survived without them. There's nothing particularly complicated inside - the same process is applied to each song: a timestretched wooze that should be familiar to anyone who's spent a considerable amount of time in the ambient zone over the last decade or two. But "Pheonix: La Petite Mort Edition" isn't about technical grandstanding. Like The Caretaker's reverberating vignettes, Eartheater's edits conduct an alluringly haunting mood that adds an erotic postscript to the original album.
If "Phoenix" was a deft exercise in spare songwriting and elegiac dream-pop soundscaping, "La Petite Mort Edition" morphs the experience into a mystifying, drug-delayed climax, dragging every crescendo into an edged squeal. Bonus points for providing a long-form mixed version for the tantra demons on the digi version. Who said ambient music can't be sexy?
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An overcast "Caretakered" ambient re-working of Eartheater's phenomenal 'Phoenix: Flames Are Dew Upon My Skin' full-length. Properly smudged, late-night business.
We never imagined we needed a suite of fully blurred, smudged-to-fuck reworks of every track on Eartheater's "Phoenix", but now they're here we're not sure how we survived without them. There's nothing particularly complicated inside - the same process is applied to each song: a timestretched wooze that should be familiar to anyone who's spent a considerable amount of time in the ambient zone over the last decade or two. But "Pheonix: La Petite Mort Edition" isn't about technical grandstanding. Like The Caretaker's reverberating vignettes, Eartheater's edits conduct an alluringly haunting mood that adds an erotic postscript to the original album.
If "Phoenix" was a deft exercise in spare songwriting and elegiac dream-pop soundscaping, "La Petite Mort Edition" morphs the experience into a mystifying, drug-delayed climax, dragging every crescendo into an edged squeal. Bonus points for providing a long-form mixed version for the tantra demons on the digi version. Who said ambient music can't be sexy?