One of many great recordings from Parisian Eric La Casa, an often claustrophobic look at the relationship between the sounds of the world and the microphone. The album is bookended by pieces comprised solely of field recordings--of water and fire, urban sounds, gusts of wind, and human utterings--and these represent La Casa at his most striking. His recordings have a knack for capturing every sonic artifact of an encounter, down to the interwoven sounds of wind that fill the otherwise lack of sounds, and bringing them viscerally into the forefront. Any faint murmur, barely audible, can be counted on at any moment to emerge as a great rumble, and this is part of the excitement to his recordings.
The Stones of the Threshold
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