Music For Withered Leaves And Lonely Fishtanks
Something warm, soft, and fuzzy is resonating on the inside of my ear canal. It travels …
Something warm, soft, and fuzzy is resonating on the inside of my ear canal. It travels …
“… the world is falling to pieces… but not with a crash… the world is decaying in waves…”
“… pensive chords in a lush reverb of melancholy strings, minimal effort and maximum heart…”
A celebration of the label’s output with an exclusive selection from its curator, featuring every artist from its roster!
“… low, raspy textures, deep melancholy sighs, and soft fluttering sails of cello…”
A mix prominently featuring one of my favourite contemporary classical instruments
“… all that heaviness of dealing with old rituals and new worlds at the same time…”
Something warm, soft, and crispy is resonating on the inside of my ear canal. It travels …