SONUS RUINAE by MARTA DE PASCALIS

SKU113596
ArtistMARTA DE PASCALIS
TitleSONUS RUINAE
LabelMORPHINE
Catalog #DOSER039
Genre
ReleaseW 35 - 2020
FormatVinyl - EULP
Exclusive
 € 19,99 incl. VAT, excl. shipping

Tracks

  1. VOLTA
    https://objectstore.true.nl/rushhourrecords:files/tracks/d/doser039_st/doser039lp-a1-snippet.mp3
  2. SONUS RUINAE PART 1
    https://objectstore.true.nl/rushhourrecords:files/tracks/d/doser039_st/doser039lp-a2-snippet.mp3
  3. MOVE OF RADIANCE
    https://objectstore.true.nl/rushhourrecords:files/tracks/d/doser039_st/doser039lp-a3-snippet.mp3
  4. ARENA VOID
    https://objectstore.true.nl/rushhourrecords:files/tracks/d/doser039_st/doser039lp-a4-snippet.mp3
  5. ARGENTEA
    https://objectstore.true.nl/rushhourrecords:files/tracks/d/doser039_st/doser039lp-b1-snippet.mp3
  6. DUST PAVILIONS
    https://objectstore.true.nl/rushhourrecords:files/tracks/d/doser039_st/doser039lp-b2-snippet.mp3
  7. SONUS RUINAE PART 2
    https://objectstore.true.nl/rushhourrecords:files/tracks/d/doser039_st/doser039lp-b3-snippet.mp3
  8. THE ECHOING SHORE
    https://objectstore.true.nl/rushhourrecords:files/tracks/d/doser039_st/doser039lp-b4-snippet.mp3

Description

Absorbing new album from this very special artist. Hand printed sleeves. Very limited edition.

Tape loops are a closed path, a cyclic river, a ring around a far planet. They’re like our memory continuously reenacting an artefact that belongs to a precise point in time, brought back in a process of recall where that artifact slightly and slowly becomes imprecise and shifted. An unrested repetition carved into an old pavement, in a city where every generation leaves a new mark, a new incision and maintains an endless process of birth and deterioration. Marta De Pascalis’ Sonus Ruinae's synthesizers sounds are gently laid on that closed path, put in a locked repetition and engaged in that eternal dance. Her album is a canvas of harmonics and a sublime place where things are whole, where your first listen is engraved just like that ancient city’s pavement, and Marta endlessly writes beauty on top of it, layer after layer.

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