mikesdeathcoyote (Curator)

Imagine escaping from a sarcophagus. You’re making your way out of a hidden tomb, and finally catching a glimpse of daylight gleaming through a crack in the wall. You’re pushing with all of your weight to move the door which has kept you hidden for thousands of years; your atrophied muscles aren’t much use. Your dusty lungs take in one last gaping breath, and you push one last push with all your might. The door moves just enough so that you can squeeze through. Now you’re fearing for your life because the sun is much brighter than you imagined. You quickly retreat back into your tomb and find an elevator door that reads “Hell.” You start your journey down the elevator shaft. You witness scenes of lifeless bodies floating in purgatory; breathless souls staring at you wide-eyed, sleepless, lifeless, and Godless. You see your destination as bats fly up at you like Mongolian warriors, shredding your mummified arms with their razor sharp wings. They pluck out your eyes and replace them with Christmas lights. Now put this image into sound. You have Italic Indian. Blowing our minds with sonic journeys, story-telling and scenery that our minds dare not wander on their own…

Has this world’s maddening pace got you feeling down and out? Is your soul in need of nurturing? We felt like that too, until this serene “sprout session” wherein Juilianna Barwick flooded our studio with such a heavenly chorus that, for a fleeting 36 minutes, we left this world completely. We floated in the air as all of our hopes and dreams melted into layer after layer of vocal loops cascading down like beautiful, healing waves. We sat on clouds. We cleansed our minds and souls completely. Now it’s your turn. Inspiring, angelic and reassuringly human, this one woman choir will make time stop all around around you. For more Julianna Barwick, check out her latest EP “Florine” on Florid Recordings.