

David COULTER
Pascal LACROIX
Chris LONG
Calogero MAROTTA
Jean Marie MATHOUL
Sri Bernard PETIT
Pascale TEMPELS
(Guitars,Basses, Keyboards,Percussion, Sampling, Vocals, Violin, Cello, Accordion, Didgeridu, Drone, Harmonium, etc...)
Sandy DILLON
(Vocals)
Tom HEASLEY
(Didjeridu, Tuba, Sound Effects)
Aaron XIMM
(Countryside Recordings)
Yves DELICOURT
(Bass Clarinet, Soprano Saxophone)
Robert BAUSSEY
(French Horn, Oboe)
Julien CORTESI
(Wurlitzer Keyboards)
Terry EDWARDS
(Trumpet)
Carrie Ann VESICA PISCIS
(Vocals)
Michael GIRA
(Guitar)
Martin MATHOUL
(Bells)
Charlemagne PALESTINE
(Organ)
Alex CAPIAUMONT
(Soundscaping)
Alan SMITHEE
(Vocals)
Kendall VESICA PISCIS
(Vocals)
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After All, Isn't Tango The Dance Of The Drunk Man ?
01. This River May Spring To Life Again
02. All Stories Are Love Stories Are Short Stories
03. Try To Remember A Similar Day
04. Untitled For Now #3
05. Nine Independent Doors Open To Selmer Close
06. Tableau Respire
07. Between The Mist & The Sky
08. Cross At Zebra
09. Terence Stamp For A Time
10. Our Lady Of Sins (Vesica Piscis remix)
16 Euro including postage and packing
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48 CAMERAS have this faculty to have with each album another personnel of musicians, a pallet of artists from different styles, out of the usual frame, not concerning only musicians...
The whole driving through exchanges on internet, to lead to a resultr whose participants make the discovery only when the final stage is reached.
Each artist brings his characteristic hue, and this without limits such as writting or structures.
The game between the instruments is based on an interaction that leads to a sound, a feeling, some adventure without precise route.
On this 8th album of the collective, there are prestigious guests.
For this recording, the vocal part is still marked by personalities.
Indeed, the presence of Sandy DILLON and Carrie Ann VESICA PISCIS, gives to this recording a value the the experts will appreciate.
But there is also the bewitching voice of Pascale TEMPELS, who once more is reaching the listener straight to the heart.
With this album, the accent is laid on a wanton environment with almost no rhythms.
It is a moving sound that gives the direction and the speed of the voyage.
The conventional instruments can thus slip such as chameleons, and melt in the ambient torpor. No need to juggle, or make a demlonstration of virtuosity, just lay down a few notes, fresh like drops of morning dew, and clear as crystal.
Here, one returns towards an introspective and poetic world, towards concepts where you'll discover here and there the shadow of "Third Ear Band" crossing into the story, the kind of world including lots of microcosms.
Very acoustic, with lots of external sounds, which however are melted in the acoustic color at such point that it is not impossible to take one for the other.
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