Teresa Winter, Birthmark, Guest, A.Childs
Full of joy, they ran to meet him.Ā Then threw one of the shirts over each of them, and when the shirts touched their bodies they were transformed into swans, and flew away over the woods.
The record is comprised of a series of improvised recordings made over the course of an evening in Autumn ā23, captured at the Jabu home studio, south Bristol while Teresa was staying in town for a show. Everything was recorded into the desk in a single take and left as it was, no editing or overdubs, instruments were swapped around and effects units left buzzing ground hum scattered over the floor.
Teresa and Guest (Jasmine of Jabu) provided the vocals, taking words from anything at hand - poetry books, an old copy of the Whole Earth Catalog - their voices winding together, echoing out each otherās melodies. This approach is mirrored by the instrumentals, anchored by something at times - a bassline, one of Birthmarkās synth drones or a fizzing chord but always on the edge of collapsing in on itself or floating away. The tracks become more soporific as the record goes on (and as the night got later), ending on a refrain of āsay you think its trueā as the instrumental finally dissolves the pedals get dialled up to 11 and Birthmarkās drones turn into distant lasers in a last swan song of feedback.
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$11.20Teresa Winter, Birthmark, Guest, A.Childs
Full of joy, they ran to meet him.Ā Then threw one of the shirts over each of them, and when the shirts touched their bodies they were transformed into swans, and flew away over the woods.
The record is comprised of a series of improvised recordings made over the course of an evening in Autumn ā23, captured at the Jabu home studio, south Bristol while Teresa was staying in town for a show. Everything was recorded into the desk in a single take and left as it was, no editing or overdubs, instruments were swapped around and effects units left buzzing ground hum scattered over the floor.
Teresa and Guest (Jasmine of Jabu) provided the vocals, taking words from anything at hand - poetry books, an old copy of the Whole Earth Catalog - their voices winding together, echoing out each otherās melodies. This approach is mirrored by the instrumentals, anchored by something at times - a bassline, one of Birthmarkās synth drones or a fizzing chord but always on the edge of collapsing in on itself or floating away. The tracks become more soporific as the record goes on (and as the night got later), ending on a refrain of āsay you think its trueā as the instrumental finally dissolves the pedals get dialled up to 11 and Birthmarkās drones turn into distant lasers in a last swan song of feedback.
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Full of joy, they ran to meet him.Ā Then threw one of the shirts over each of them, and when the shirts touched their bodies they were transformed into swans, and flew away over the woods.
The record is comprised of a series of improvised recordings made over the course of an evening in Autumn ā23, captured at the Jabu home studio, south Bristol while Teresa was staying in town for a show. Everything was recorded into the desk in a single take and left as it was, no editing or overdubs, instruments were swapped around and effects units left buzzing ground hum scattered over the floor.
Teresa and Guest (Jasmine of Jabu) provided the vocals, taking words from anything at hand - poetry books, an old copy of the Whole Earth Catalog - their voices winding together, echoing out each otherās melodies. This approach is mirrored by the instrumentals, anchored by something at times - a bassline, one of Birthmarkās synth drones or a fizzing chord but always on the edge of collapsing in on itself or floating away. The tracks become more soporific as the record goes on (and as the night got later), ending on a refrain of āsay you think its trueā as the instrumental finally dissolves the pedals get dialled up to 11 and Birthmarkās drones turn into distant lasers in a last swan song of feedback.
