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Joanna Newsom: Divers 12"
Good heavens — five years go by — what
can one do? Dive, listener, knowing that your next hour will be filled with
diversions aplenty: a wheeling circuit of sci-fi sea-shanties and cavalier
ballads, narrated from parts unknown; a family of polysemic song-sets; a
paranomasaic Liederkreis of harmonic sympathies and knotted hierarchies; a
fanfare of brazen puns and martial lullabies, blazing in sorrow and horseplay
and love, in turns symphonic and spare, joined by Mellotrons and Marxophones
and Moogs, clavichords and celestas—and of course the harp, thrumming its
threnodies of circadian invasions and avian irruptions and strange loops of
Shepard-toned resonant-frequencies and something called goddamned
Simulacreage... The music of Divers is a wonder of considered arrangements — a taut line,
threaded with the pearls of passed and passing times...a round, a chant, an
incantation...a ray of light diverted eleven ways, into eleven songs that
striate, in chromatic collusion, their simultaneous arc...a span that takes in
lifetimes, but is immaculately sequenced for telescoped brevity.
can one do? Dive, listener, knowing that your next hour will be filled with
diversions aplenty: a wheeling circuit of sci-fi sea-shanties and cavalier
ballads, narrated from parts unknown; a family of polysemic song-sets; a
paranomasaic Liederkreis of harmonic sympathies and knotted hierarchies; a
fanfare of brazen puns and martial lullabies, blazing in sorrow and horseplay
and love, in turns symphonic and spare, joined by Mellotrons and Marxophones
and Moogs, clavichords and celestas—and of course the harp, thrumming its
threnodies of circadian invasions and avian irruptions and strange loops of
Shepard-toned resonant-frequencies and something called goddamned
Simulacreage... The music of Divers is a wonder of considered arrangements — a taut line,
threaded with the pearls of passed and passing times...a round, a chant, an
incantation...a ray of light diverted eleven ways, into eleven songs that
striate, in chromatic collusion, their simultaneous arc...a span that takes in
lifetimes, but is immaculately sequenced for telescoped brevity.
$1,590.00
Original: $5,300.00
-70%Joanna Newsom: Divers 12"—
$5,300.00
$1,590.00Joanna Newsom: Divers 12"
Good heavens — five years go by — what
can one do? Dive, listener, knowing that your next hour will be filled with
diversions aplenty: a wheeling circuit of sci-fi sea-shanties and cavalier
ballads, narrated from parts unknown; a family of polysemic song-sets; a
paranomasaic Liederkreis of harmonic sympathies and knotted hierarchies; a
fanfare of brazen puns and martial lullabies, blazing in sorrow and horseplay
and love, in turns symphonic and spare, joined by Mellotrons and Marxophones
and Moogs, clavichords and celestas—and of course the harp, thrumming its
threnodies of circadian invasions and avian irruptions and strange loops of
Shepard-toned resonant-frequencies and something called goddamned
Simulacreage... The music of Divers is a wonder of considered arrangements — a taut line,
threaded with the pearls of passed and passing times...a round, a chant, an
incantation...a ray of light diverted eleven ways, into eleven songs that
striate, in chromatic collusion, their simultaneous arc...a span that takes in
lifetimes, but is immaculately sequenced for telescoped brevity.
can one do? Dive, listener, knowing that your next hour will be filled with
diversions aplenty: a wheeling circuit of sci-fi sea-shanties and cavalier
ballads, narrated from parts unknown; a family of polysemic song-sets; a
paranomasaic Liederkreis of harmonic sympathies and knotted hierarchies; a
fanfare of brazen puns and martial lullabies, blazing in sorrow and horseplay
and love, in turns symphonic and spare, joined by Mellotrons and Marxophones
and Moogs, clavichords and celestas—and of course the harp, thrumming its
threnodies of circadian invasions and avian irruptions and strange loops of
Shepard-toned resonant-frequencies and something called goddamned
Simulacreage... The music of Divers is a wonder of considered arrangements — a taut line,
threaded with the pearls of passed and passing times...a round, a chant, an
incantation...a ray of light diverted eleven ways, into eleven songs that
striate, in chromatic collusion, their simultaneous arc...a span that takes in
lifetimes, but is immaculately sequenced for telescoped brevity.
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Good heavens — five years go by — what
can one do? Dive, listener, knowing that your next hour will be filled with
diversions aplenty: a wheeling circuit of sci-fi sea-shanties and cavalier
ballads, narrated from parts unknown; a family of polysemic song-sets; a
paranomasaic Liederkreis of harmonic sympathies and knotted hierarchies; a
fanfare of brazen puns and martial lullabies, blazing in sorrow and horseplay
and love, in turns symphonic and spare, joined by Mellotrons and Marxophones
and Moogs, clavichords and celestas—and of course the harp, thrumming its
threnodies of circadian invasions and avian irruptions and strange loops of
Shepard-toned resonant-frequencies and something called goddamned
Simulacreage... The music of Divers is a wonder of considered arrangements — a taut line,
threaded with the pearls of passed and passing times...a round, a chant, an
incantation...a ray of light diverted eleven ways, into eleven songs that
striate, in chromatic collusion, their simultaneous arc...a span that takes in
lifetimes, but is immaculately sequenced for telescoped brevity.
can one do? Dive, listener, knowing that your next hour will be filled with
diversions aplenty: a wheeling circuit of sci-fi sea-shanties and cavalier
ballads, narrated from parts unknown; a family of polysemic song-sets; a
paranomasaic Liederkreis of harmonic sympathies and knotted hierarchies; a
fanfare of brazen puns and martial lullabies, blazing in sorrow and horseplay
and love, in turns symphonic and spare, joined by Mellotrons and Marxophones
and Moogs, clavichords and celestas—and of course the harp, thrumming its
threnodies of circadian invasions and avian irruptions and strange loops of
Shepard-toned resonant-frequencies and something called goddamned
Simulacreage... The music of Divers is a wonder of considered arrangements — a taut line,
threaded with the pearls of passed and passing times...a round, a chant, an
incantation...a ray of light diverted eleven ways, into eleven songs that
striate, in chromatic collusion, their simultaneous arc...a span that takes in
lifetimes, but is immaculately sequenced for telescoped brevity.
