Craig Tattersall & Giampaolo De Pietro

When it happens in the forest, evening falls and the green turns blue

Genre: MODERN CLASSICAL / AMBIENT

CD+Book

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Local lowercase legend Craig Tattersall (Hood, The Remote Viewer, The Famous Boyfriend, The Boats, Cotton Goods, The Humble Bee+++) with another beautiful handmade book/cd edition for his umbrella publishing, this time in collab with Giampaolo De Pietro.

Craig’s homemade editions - under various guises - usually recorded and assembled in his garden shed at home - have been such a constant presence here over the last quarter century that it’s become easy to take them for granted, easy to forget just how special so many of them are. And perhaps none more so in recent memory than this beautiful set of wafting melodies and field recordings elevated into song by occasional collaborator Giampaolo De Pietro - like some fully shushed take on Talk Talk’s impov-in-the-dark late period, which would of course in turn influence Craig’s first band Hood.

Both contributing sounds and imagery to the pot of ‘When it happens in the forest’, De Pietro & Tattersall lead on from their 2021 tape for Ur Audio-Visual with a transportive mind drift evoking the twilight transition from green to blue in the forest of their imaginations. Regular readers and listeners of these pages should be well acquainted with Tattersall’s work by now, from his work in Hood thru The Remote Viewer’s frayed lower case electronica, as one half of The Boats, as well as his contemporary steez as psychopomp field recordist The Humble Bee.

Craig’s ability to divine the lesser heard and unspoken from the aether has only grown in scope over the past five years, and this new one for his Umbrella Publishing is sweetly distinguished by input from his collaborator, a mutual spirit who lends softly burred Italian vocals, smudged into its textural weft, along with instrumental daubs, for a sublime experience. Their efforts limn the onset of dark with a lower case, tongue-tip sensuality as the sounds of daytime bird calls gradually fade to its nocturnal inhabitants, gently ushered by plucked and stroked strings that list to the gauziest half-cut melodies and ever so slightly modulate the users cortisol levels as though they’ve got a careful hand on the dial at the back of our head.

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