offthesky on Sands-zine.com
There is a great review of Creek Caught Fire by offthesky in Italian over at Sands-zine.
Entered into babelfish translator, it reads something like this:
Entered into babelfish translator, it reads something like this:
For the little of you that they have read “a walk between the forests”, funny and beautifulst book of the written Bill Bryson, the montuosa chain of the Appalachians is a known and fascinating place. Honestly in the little notes of the CD or the site Km of mountains is not explained in which of the 2500 has been recorded these sounds, but little it imports in the moment in which their limpid beauty is appraised. And it does not interest to never deepen like Jason Corder, in Offthesky art, has had bislacca the idea to use instruments in order to find elettroencefalogramma and the heartbeats cardiaci, let alone of the thermal sensors, to the aim of the volumes, the several intensity and other parameters of the sounds recorded there. All things that to the maximum can add fascination (or make sorridere in their bizzarria) to a disc that is supported however in virtue of the quality of the sounds and the composition.
It is strange however to discover it also the much melodico one than the premises would make to foresee, since every trace is cosparsa of tenuous melodie of school 12k (is for theirs netlabel “Term” that has exited the disc precedence), let alone of guitar notes that they make every now and then capolino. Not a slobber, not an excess, not a repetition too much in a disc infinitely delicate and that, all things considered, it fully succeeds also in the attempt to render the atmosphere pacific, solitary let alone humid and probably wild of mountains in which the wilderness it is still intact. Although the field recordings at times they are not recognizable as a result of the applied filterings, the disc remembers also sure tests of the most famous Chris Watson, whose fan they will find bread for their teeth here.
I only add that huge label “the Land Of” is definitively entering in the group of our preferred ones, also in virtue of the fact that the disc professionally has a beautifulst crude and printed confection in cartoncino, but with the matita title written it to, copy for copy. If it does not interest to you, you can unload all to 8 dollars from Internet, but it would be a true sin.
It is strange however to discover it also the much melodico one than the premises would make to foresee, since every trace is cosparsa of tenuous melodie of school 12k (is for theirs netlabel “Term” that has exited the disc precedence), let alone of guitar notes that they make every now and then capolino. Not a slobber, not an excess, not a repetition too much in a disc infinitely delicate and that, all things considered, it fully succeeds also in the attempt to render the atmosphere pacific, solitary let alone humid and probably wild of mountains in which the wilderness it is still intact. Although the field recordings at times they are not recognizable as a result of the applied filterings, the disc remembers also sure tests of the most famous Chris Watson, whose fan they will find bread for their teeth here.
I only add that huge label “the Land Of” is definitively entering in the group of our preferred ones, also in virtue of the fact that the disc professionally has a beautifulst crude and printed confection in cartoncino, but with the matita title written it to, copy for copy. If it does not interest to you, you can unload all to 8 dollars from Internet, but it would be a true sin.
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10:01 AM
1 Comments:
Ah ah! I wrote that review... funny to see in such strange English words Babelfish tranformed it!
Anyway: great record.
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