Bill Orcutt's oddly fractured and abstract acoustic guitar takes on famous standards such as "Black Betty" and "Zip a Dee Doo Dah". I dig this out every now and again, frown a bit, then put it away again.
Like fast-moving clouds casting shadows against a hillside, the melody-loop shuddered with a sense of the sublime, the awful unknowable majesty of the world.
^ Ooh, I've not got that yet. Then again, I bet it's not a massive shift in direction from her previous albums.
Anyway, now listening to:
Like fast-moving clouds casting shadows against a hillside, the melody-loop shuddered with a sense of the sublime, the awful unknowable majesty of the world.
Like fast-moving clouds casting shadows against a hillside, the melody-loop shuddered with a sense of the sublime, the awful unknowable majesty of the world.
Puce Mary's a name I've seen here and there, usually in articles about Pharmakon, Lingua Ignota and that kind of female-fronted death industrial thing, but I didn't really take notice until I saw she was involved on Yves Tumor's album from earlier this year.
Bought this morning, just to keep in with the in-crowd.
Like fast-moving clouds casting shadows against a hillside, the melody-loop shuddered with a sense of the sublime, the awful unknowable majesty of the world.
Also just bought today, to put me back outside the in-crowd. Who says there's not enough Americana discussed on this site? Especially, the freaky, droney, odd type.
Like fast-moving clouds casting shadows against a hillside, the melody-loop shuddered with a sense of the sublime, the awful unknowable majesty of the world.