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- Buried At Westwood Memorial Park In An Unmarked Grave To The Left Of Walter Matthau
- Tissue Of Lies
- Pelagic Swell
- Stock Horror
- Dim Hopes
- As Above Perhaps So Below
- Mexican Helium
- We Were Vaporised
- Don’t Go Back to (Boogerville)
ADAM WILTZIE (Stars Of The Lid)
Eleven Fugues For Sodium Pentathol
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A warm wash of sound that blends expressive fugues with blanketing ambience, soaring strings, and a soothing sensibility that could calm even the most disquieted soul - Wiltzie has crafted a sonic balm that we recommend rubbing into your ears morning, noon, and night.
The album uniquely evokes and evades the allure of oblivion, keening between beauty and ruin, forever unresolved. Wiltzie cites the barbiturate of the title as both muse and sacred escape: “When you are sitting face forward on the daily emotional meat grinder of life, I always wished I could have some, so I could just fall asleep automatically and the feeling would not be there anymore.” Recorded at Wilzie’s home studio, with strings added in Budapest at the old Hungarian National radio facility (Magyar Radio), the tracks feel simultaneously intimate and infinite, unfolding vistas glimpsed in an inner space. Robert Hampson of English drone rock icons, Loop, mixed the album, further lending the music a sense of cinematic expanse and oblique hypnosis. These are fugue states as much as fugues in a literal classical music sense—smeared epiphanies of uncertain memory and spatial dislocation, coaxed from the unconscious and set aloft.
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