Julia Holter — Marienbad

from Ekstasis (March 2012)

Wow. Wow. Her voice sounds like a synthesizer. Spooky, beautiful vocal loops in the bad-acid-trip Linda Perhacs vein. Definitely looking forward to this one.

earsofthebeholder:

Here’s a heavenly track off Julia Holter’s next album Ekstasis. Her 2011 release, Tragedy, is one of my favorites of this year - and this next one will no doubt be another hit. Check out more info on RVNG Intl.

yer darling mix #3 — watching the wind at my window

It’s time for the third yer darling mix. Fall is my favorite season in New York, and I wanted to put together some music for these months when the evenings are always dark, and you hunch your shoulders and shove your hands in your pockets, to brace yourself against the wind whipping through the streets. Music to hibernate by…to watch the wind by…slow music, for the cold. And here it is! I hope you like it.

1. Leave it to Time — Sachiko Kanenobu (1972)
2. She Came and She Touched Me — Townes Van Zandt (1969)
3. Celebration for a Grey Day — Mimi & Richard Farina (1965)
4. Paint a Lady — Susan Christie (1970)
5. The Rain Falls Down — The Rising Storm (1966)
6. Chimacum Rain — Linda Perhacs (1970)
7. Nous avons tant parle — Areski & Brigitte Fontaine (1974)
8. Nella Pioggia — Vinicio Capossela (2000)
9. Barcelona Tango — Pascal Comelade (1975)
10. Little Bit of Rain — Karen Dalton (1969)
11. Yellow Walls — Jackson C. Frank (1965)
12. Thicker than a Smokey — Gary Higgins (1973)
13. Los Peces — Lhasa De Sela (1997)
14. Far East Man — Ron Wood (1974)
15. Side We Seldom Show — Emitt Rhodes (1971)
16. Moi je me méfie des anges — Gilbert Bécaud

51:51, m4a with tracks & art, 46.3 MB

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Linda Perhacs — Parallelograms

from Parallelograms (1970)

Clear, gorgeous, geometric fingerpicking. And some of the best vocal overdubbing I’ve heard…she sings, with this honeyed voice, “Quadrahedral, tetrahedral… monocyclocybercilia. Semiparabolic, semimetrabolic…radiounicellular.”

And then all of a sudden a hollow drum roll drops you through a trap door to the Overlook Hotel, floating through the halls…Jack Nicholson cursing you through a window. Broken grandfather clocks rattling their chimes, phantoms urging you to “run, run…”

And then the bad dream’s over and you’re drifting back through wet silent forests, bright, clear, strong, guided by Linda’s shimmering voice. “Parallelo-alello-gram. Paralello-lello-lello-lellograms…”