Life Toward Twilight - I Swear By All The Flowers


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Label: Bottle Imp Productions
Catalog#: IMP003
Format: CD, Album
Country:US
Released:2007
Genre: Electronic
Style: Abstract, Musique Concrète, Experimental, Ambient
Credits: Vocals - Elyse Reardon
Written-By - Daniel Tuttle
Notes:Atmospheric recording built entirely of antique, Nineteenth Century samples, and various wax cylinder recordings. Includes vocal work by Elyse Reardon.
Rating: 4.33/5 (3 votes) Rate It
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Tracklisting:

1   Sleepy / Solitude (2:06)
2   Threnody To The Quiet Mind (4:06)
3   The Theft Of Memory (3:48)
4   A Trip To My Beating Heart (3:56)
5   Your Eyes Have Their Silence (5:40)
6   Of Course, Worlds Collide (1:58)
7   Threnody To Our Time Apart (5:02)
8   An Incoherent Lullaby (3:41)
9   We Sing As The World Dissolves (3:27)
10   Sunrise (2:51)
User Reviews:
Headphone_Commute, Apr 20, 2008

Tiny vinyl crackles are quietly put to sleep by a music box lullaby. The simplistic nature of I Swear By All The Flowers urges against dismissing the album too quickly. And so I dig. Bottle Imp is an independent label specializing in genres like glitch, breakcore, ethereal and darkwave. Its four first official releases are from a single artist, plus a recent addition to its roster, BLÆRG. That first, prominent name, is Life Toward Twilight, a Detroit based solo dark ambient and post-industrial project of Daniel Tuttle. Tuttle is the man behind the label as well, which features an archive of previous net releases available as a free download. But the record that I’m listening to is far from any of the above mentioned genres. It’s ambient atmospheres, dirty hisses, and analog noises as if they were recorded from... ah, yes! All of the sounds indeed were recorded from antique sources, like grandfather clocks, music boxes, old factories, steam trains, and yes, even wax cylinder recordings! I am a proud owner of a Victrola myself, which I occasionally wind up to marvel at its analog technology of sound magnification. An entire album made of such bits and pieces, with an old detuned piano, is a truly haunting experience. A meditative echo of the past. Voices of a forgotten era recorded by the magnetic fields of earth. This is an experimental album you’ll play over and over, and then talk to your friends about. Reminded me of The Refractors, Elegi, and Deaf Center.

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