half-heard through a bus window on a rainy night
Lauded for her work as an accomplished 12-string solo guitarist
Not that the sheer variety of sounds and instruments didn’t overwhelm
a tranquil setting only slightly skewed by the intense extratropical cyclone of storm Eunice and the ghosts of the dopethrone
featuring the punkish North Frisians in a home story
L'OCELLE MARE - Sans Chemin LP Neo-Crust half-heard through a bus windowA ritornello that awakens, unfolds, disappears, resurfaces, transforms, forgets itself, awakens again. A ritornello in folds and hollows, which gives us something to see as well as to listen, a theatre of acoustic shadows where each timbre, each rhythm, each modulation, is born from a meticulously refined gesture. I dont write music, its an assemblage of gestural memories, says Thomas Bonvalet. Gestures found, accidentally or not, through long