by Glanko & Daniel Bailey
by Markus Mehr
(For Now We See) Through A Glass Dimly
The Orpheus Pavement
by Chloe March
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The French chanson creator Alma Forrer and US based avant-garde musician Kramies release the dream-folk two track single Into The Sparks today. The single consists of an acoustic version and a full version of Into The Sparks (available on bandcamp). Whilst Kramies has often featured on the site this is the first time I have had the opportunity to hear Alma Forrer and listening to her compositions is time well spent (also available on bandcamp).
The calmly paced track circles around the room akin to an eagle gliding on thermals and the combinations of voices hold the listener entranced as the subtle electronic hum flows imperceptibly through the four and a quarter minutes of the full version, whilst acoustic guitar flecks dappled shapes to the composition.
There are encounters that make sparks. And when in addition there are two artists that we love at SK, it kindles the senses, a musical nirvana. Alma & Kramies Forrer – Alma in Paris, Kramies in Denver. One, the enlightened American dream, the other is an ardent Francophile. Together, they offer us a suspended moment of delicacy and sweetness, an air of musical embrace.
If you’re up for The Books, Four Tet, Tortoise, The Sea and Cake, and Matmos, Erik Nilsson’s music could be your cup of tea. Nilsson’s subtle and efficient guitar playing and discreet electronic instrumentation, composing and performing mixing live instruments and field recordings is quite gorgeous.
Deeply rooted in the soul of North Wales, (For Now We See) Through A Glass Dimly echoes and reverberates in and around the nestled villages, working its way through the tiny, crooked streams and the gently stirring brooks of shallow water. Past the twisted knots of the branches, so like a tangling of auburn hair, the music gently progresses into the woods. Musically vibrant, muscularly strong and fit, the music has a fiery power in its stirring string sections, which dynamically rise and then forge ahead like a thousand soldiers consumed in battle, as fierce as the flames of a dragon as its forks streak across the setting sun, matching up with the orb’s blood-orange colour, emerging from a time out of mind.