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felicia atkinson - visions/voices (2x12inch vinyl lp)




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ARTIST // felicia atkinson
LABEL // umor rex (mx)
CAT // ur054lp


  



Comparisons to Grouper have been dragging behind Felicia Atkinson since her early releases on Spekk and Hibernate, but the trajectory of her work has actually been an inverse of Liz Harris' well-known project. On "La La La," her 2008 debut, Atkinson's songs were clear-eyed, sprightly, and succinct whereas on "Visions / Voices" her pieces now take on a cavernous, shrouding haze. "Visions / Voices" was assembled from three years of work in limited formats, but here, collected on two LPs and presented with aplomb by James Plotkin's mastering, they feel cohesive as if each of the eight pieces is connected in a long, nonlinear narrative. To Atkinson's credit, there's a certain indefinable quality to the album that makes it sound at once ghostly and achingly human. Electric drones, abstracted folk, and murky analog effects all make their appearances, but taken as a whole it is music of half remembered melodies, distorted dreams, and ominous presences. – Ryan Potts, Experimedia
Ah, the canyons of the mind… how they echo and rumble. Here we have eight of them, some resembling long, exhausted songs, haunted by the sounds of small accidents and deep tremors; others are more abstract than that, no windy voice, no stretched out melody, just eerie soundscapes that evoke many things, all of them drowned. Félicia Atkinson can conjure up some mighty spacious ghost towns. Visions/Voices gathers three years of work, previously released as very limited run cassettes and cd-rs, now mastered by James Plotkin and published under the Umor Rex banner. Its cobwebbed attic contains an odd collection of subtly deranged and detuned musical instruments; a piano, a Celtic harp, some guitars, keyboards, electronics, and a female voice deeply lost in the woods… each of these elements sound like a morbidly sensitive tangle of strings, dust, raw nerves and ectoplasm. It all somehow feels both intimate and cryptic, like a most intimate crypt, yeah, or the x-ray of a blue open sky. After going out on a trip with this album, you might feel like saying “I’ve been to the land of Solitude. It is a sky made of gauze, crowded with ghosts.”


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