There are wind chimes hanging from the spiral staircase I ascend to enter my studio in the tower behind the work room where the visuals artists draw, paint and make prints. As I climb the steps, the chimes dingle quietly and when the wind blows they jangle loudly. I turned on the recorded and struck each chime individually to slice into a fast percussive piece. The chimes are gradually detuned and are met with melodic responses from the Bolsa Bass and Organelle.
nothing new, under the suuun—except for this absolutely killer album expertly blending heartfelt lyrics with soaring riffs & shuddering breakdowns. 😭💕 blood craisin