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Frank Baugh & Matthew Sage // Birthmark CD

Frank Baugh & Matthew Sage // Birthmark CD

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Sparkling Wide Pressure名義で地下アンビエント界隈ではおなじみのFrank Baughと、元Patient Sounds・現Cached Media主宰Matthew Sageのコラボ作品が2020年7月にリリース。物音+アンビエントトラックやバンジョーを用いたトラックなど盛り沢山の11曲収録。75部限定です。

 

During the first stretch of social distancing, Frank Baugh (Sparkling Wide Pressure) and Matthew Sage produced Birthmark, an uncanny pastoral gothic transmission of smeared melodies and interstitial rumblings. Created through a process of correspondence and layering, the album feels like an amassing of history like sedimentary soils, a disrupting of that history like a landslide or a well digging, a feeding back the past into the present, tainted water desalinating as it passes through a layer of carbon coal and computer chips. Flickers of banjo and guitar are overgrown with radio chattering brush and debris, birds and boys whistling in harmony, voices ping in the static, bouncing between rhythmic loops and clattering signals like lost friends. Terrible and awesome walls of distortion peel through the valleys, leaving behind leveled rumination, a few screens sprayed with static, and only those few trees left with deep wide true roots.

Sparkling Wide Pressure名義で地下アンビエント界隈ではおなじみのFrank Baughと、元Patient Sounds・現Cached Media主宰Matthew Sageのコラボ作品が2020年7月にリリース。物音+アンビエントトラックやバンジョーを用いたトラックなど盛り沢山の11曲収録。75部限定です。

 

During the first stretch of social distancing, Frank Baugh (Sparkling Wide Pressure) and Matthew Sage produced Birthmark, an uncanny pastoral gothic transmission of smeared melodies and interstitial rumblings. Created through a process of correspondence and layering, the album feels like an amassing of history like sedimentary soils, a disrupting of that history like a landslide or a well digging, a feeding back the past into the present, tainted water desalinating as it passes through a layer of carbon coal and computer chips. Flickers of banjo and guitar are overgrown with radio chattering brush and debris, birds and boys whistling in harmony, voices ping in the static, bouncing between rhythmic loops and clattering signals like lost friends. Terrible and awesome walls of distortion peel through the valleys, leaving behind leveled rumination, a few screens sprayed with static, and only those few trees left with deep wide true roots.