Intensely cute and obsessively detailed world building by Kate NV, who flips a sample pack of instruments from Philadelphia's public schools into hiccupping, onomatopoeic froth with the modern charm of a Minecraft master well versed in Carl Stone, Foodman, Uwe Schmidt’s LB pops, Max Tundra or Nobukazu Takemura.
Kate’s 3rd LP with NYC’s RVNG Intl. is part study in the limits of language to express emotions, and part aesthetic exercise in imagining what one could build as a child, but with the benefit of a grown-up perspective. Each piece is densely stacked with melodic movement in tightly puckered rhythmic arrangements that cascade from piquant emulations of J-pop ‘oni (they)’ to the fruity parp of ‘meow chat’. They include the exactingly saccharine optimism and naif kids’ orchestra discord of ‘confessions at the dinner table’ with Quinn Oulton, thru the lilting library music winks of ‘asleep’, Max Tundra-esque turns of phrase in ‘early bird’, and ludicrous midi-funk chops of ‘d d don’t’, signing off with what sounds like Ka Baird jamming with Carl Stone on ‘flu’.
Infectious joyful stuff, we tell thee.
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Intensely cute and obsessively detailed world building by Kate NV, who flips a sample pack of instruments from Philadelphia's public schools into hiccupping, onomatopoeic froth with the modern charm of a Minecraft master well versed in Carl Stone, Foodman, Uwe Schmidt’s LB pops, Max Tundra or Nobukazu Takemura.
Kate’s 3rd LP with NYC’s RVNG Intl. is part study in the limits of language to express emotions, and part aesthetic exercise in imagining what one could build as a child, but with the benefit of a grown-up perspective. Each piece is densely stacked with melodic movement in tightly puckered rhythmic arrangements that cascade from piquant emulations of J-pop ‘oni (they)’ to the fruity parp of ‘meow chat’. They include the exactingly saccharine optimism and naif kids’ orchestra discord of ‘confessions at the dinner table’ with Quinn Oulton, thru the lilting library music winks of ‘asleep’, Max Tundra-esque turns of phrase in ‘early bird’, and ludicrous midi-funk chops of ‘d d don’t’, signing off with what sounds like Ka Baird jamming with Carl Stone on ‘flu’.
Infectious joyful stuff, we tell thee.
Intensely cute and obsessively detailed world building by Kate NV, who flips a sample pack of instruments from Philadelphia's public schools into hiccupping, onomatopoeic froth with the modern charm of a Minecraft master well versed in Carl Stone, Foodman, Uwe Schmidt’s LB pops, Max Tundra or Nobukazu Takemura.
Kate’s 3rd LP with NYC’s RVNG Intl. is part study in the limits of language to express emotions, and part aesthetic exercise in imagining what one could build as a child, but with the benefit of a grown-up perspective. Each piece is densely stacked with melodic movement in tightly puckered rhythmic arrangements that cascade from piquant emulations of J-pop ‘oni (they)’ to the fruity parp of ‘meow chat’. They include the exactingly saccharine optimism and naif kids’ orchestra discord of ‘confessions at the dinner table’ with Quinn Oulton, thru the lilting library music winks of ‘asleep’, Max Tundra-esque turns of phrase in ‘early bird’, and ludicrous midi-funk chops of ‘d d don’t’, signing off with what sounds like Ka Baird jamming with Carl Stone on ‘flu’.
Infectious joyful stuff, we tell thee.
Intensely cute and obsessively detailed world building by Kate NV, who flips a sample pack of instruments from Philadelphia's public schools into hiccupping, onomatopoeic froth with the modern charm of a Minecraft master well versed in Carl Stone, Foodman, Uwe Schmidt’s LB pops, Max Tundra or Nobukazu Takemura.
Kate’s 3rd LP with NYC’s RVNG Intl. is part study in the limits of language to express emotions, and part aesthetic exercise in imagining what one could build as a child, but with the benefit of a grown-up perspective. Each piece is densely stacked with melodic movement in tightly puckered rhythmic arrangements that cascade from piquant emulations of J-pop ‘oni (they)’ to the fruity parp of ‘meow chat’. They include the exactingly saccharine optimism and naif kids’ orchestra discord of ‘confessions at the dinner table’ with Quinn Oulton, thru the lilting library music winks of ‘asleep’, Max Tundra-esque turns of phrase in ‘early bird’, and ludicrous midi-funk chops of ‘d d don’t’, signing off with what sounds like Ka Baird jamming with Carl Stone on ‘flu’.
Infectious joyful stuff, we tell thee.
Black vinyl LP.
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Intensely cute and obsessively detailed world building by Kate NV, who flips a sample pack of instruments from Philadelphia's public schools into hiccupping, onomatopoeic froth with the modern charm of a Minecraft master well versed in Carl Stone, Foodman, Uwe Schmidt’s LB pops, Max Tundra or Nobukazu Takemura.
Kate’s 3rd LP with NYC’s RVNG Intl. is part study in the limits of language to express emotions, and part aesthetic exercise in imagining what one could build as a child, but with the benefit of a grown-up perspective. Each piece is densely stacked with melodic movement in tightly puckered rhythmic arrangements that cascade from piquant emulations of J-pop ‘oni (they)’ to the fruity parp of ‘meow chat’. They include the exactingly saccharine optimism and naif kids’ orchestra discord of ‘confessions at the dinner table’ with Quinn Oulton, thru the lilting library music winks of ‘asleep’, Max Tundra-esque turns of phrase in ‘early bird’, and ludicrous midi-funk chops of ‘d d don’t’, signing off with what sounds like Ka Baird jamming with Carl Stone on ‘flu’.
Infectious joyful stuff, we tell thee.
Yellow coloured vinyl.
Available To Order (Estimated Shipping between 7-14 Working Days)
This item is to the best of our knowledge available to us from the supplier and should ship to you within the time-frame indicated. If there are any unforeseen issues with availability we will notify you immediately
Intensely cute and obsessively detailed world building by Kate NV, who flips a sample pack of instruments from Philadelphia's public schools into hiccupping, onomatopoeic froth with the modern charm of a Minecraft master well versed in Carl Stone, Foodman, Uwe Schmidt’s LB pops, Max Tundra or Nobukazu Takemura.
Kate’s 3rd LP with NYC’s RVNG Intl. is part study in the limits of language to express emotions, and part aesthetic exercise in imagining what one could build as a child, but with the benefit of a grown-up perspective. Each piece is densely stacked with melodic movement in tightly puckered rhythmic arrangements that cascade from piquant emulations of J-pop ‘oni (they)’ to the fruity parp of ‘meow chat’. They include the exactingly saccharine optimism and naif kids’ orchestra discord of ‘confessions at the dinner table’ with Quinn Oulton, thru the lilting library music winks of ‘asleep’, Max Tundra-esque turns of phrase in ‘early bird’, and ludicrous midi-funk chops of ‘d d don’t’, signing off with what sounds like Ka Baird jamming with Carl Stone on ‘flu’.
Infectious joyful stuff, we tell thee.