In the lead up to my label Flaming Pines’ third birthday I’m offering some freebies to celebrate the back catalogue. Today and tomorrow you can get Blue Green, an album I did with Sydney sound artist Gail Priest.
Here is some info about the release, and a few reviews!
The ice cold cool of blue, meets the regenerative power of green in a new vinyl LP by Kate Carr and Gail Priest. blue | green presents a sonic interrogation of two colours packed full of allusions, metaphors, associations and even cliches.
Kate Carr’s blue charts a story of sailors and tides, inky nights and lonesome journeys. From bursts of radio static to the crackle of old records, receding tides and forgotten chants, blue moves from choppy seas to dark ponds and lost tales before closing with a delicate rain shower.
Through green, Gail Priest plumbs the sounds of her own backyard—the greenness of crickets, wild winds through leaves, raindrops on palm fronds and the dark dampness of the wormfarm. Emerging from this verdant landscape are half heard melodies and eerie voices, alluding to secret songs and forgotten spirits.
The final piece on both sides see Carr and Priest exploring the ambiguous terrain where green and blue converge. The artists swapped samples remixing and re-working them into closers which tip toe around the edges of perception to paint a greeny-blue landscape or perhaps one of bluey-green.
This is the digital download for the split vinyl 12inch by Kate Carr & Gail Priest.
The physical album can be purchased from http://www.flamingpines.com
“We’ve seen a few color-based releases already this year…Kate Carr and Gail Priest‘s new release is a wonderful addition to this collection…”
Richard Allen, A closer listen.
“This is a fascinating release that demonstrates the powerful journeys that can be experienced through sound. This is very much an album that needs to be heard in full to be fully appreciated (or at least each side in full). However those that take on the journey will discover some amazing experiences!”
”Broken radio transmissions gradually become little more than crackle, with the loneliness that that implies exacerbated by an electric guitar’s plangent meander and a smattering of birdsong.”