Spellewauerynsherde
Download links and information about Spellewauerynsherde by Akira Rabelais. This album was released in 2004 and it belongs to Ambient, Electronica, Rock genres. It contains 7 tracks with total duration of 56:32 minutes.
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| Artist: | Akira Rabelais |
| Release date: | 2004 |
| Genre: | Ambient, Electronica, Rock |
| Tracks: | 7 |
| Duration: | 56:32 |
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Tracks
[Edit]| No. | Title | Length |
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| 1. | 1382 Wyclif Gen. II. 7 And Spiride in to the Face of Hym an Entre of Breth of Lijf. (featuring Akira Rabelais) | 6:18 |
| 2. | 1390 Gower Conf. II. 20 I Can Noght Thanne Unethes Spelle That I Wende Altherbest Have Rad. (featuring Akira Rabelais) | 7:24 |
| 3. | 1440 Promp. Parv. 518/2 Wawyn, Or Waueryn, Yn a Myry Totyr, Oscillo. (featuring Akira Rabelais) | 6:36 |
| 4. | 1483 Caxton Golden Leg. 208 B/2 He Put Not Away the Wodenes of His Flessh With a Sherde or Shelle. (featuring Akira Rabelais) | 21:15 |
| 5. | 1559 W. Cuningham Cosmogr. Glasse 125 Within Which Draw an Other Circle, a Finger Bredth Distant. (featuring Akira Rabelais) | 0:44 |
| 6. | Gorgeous Curves Lovely Fragments Labyrinthed On Occasions Entwined Charms, a Few Stories At Any Longer Sworn to Gathered from a Guileless Angel and the Hilt Edges of Old Hearts, If They Do in the Guilt of Deep Despondency. (featuring Akira Rabelais) | 6:09 |
| 7. | 1671 Milton Samson 1122 Add Thy Spear, a Weavers Beam, and Seven-Times-Folded Shield. (featuring Akira Rabelais) | 8:06 |
Details
[Edit]Track titles like "1382 Wyclif Gen. II. 7" and "Caxton Golden Leg. 208b/2" don't go hand in hand with sounds so quiet and moving. Putting his Argeiphontes Lyre software to use, Akira Rabelais shifts around and reassembles performances of traditional Icelandic a cappella lament songs, field recordings that date as far back as the early '60s. Some passages sound as if they were barely touched, while others twist and fold within pillows of wind. Some notes hit with deep resonance, while others sublimate into shadowy drones. Regardless of what processing Rabelais put them through, each sound floats through your ears like a whisper but sticks when it reaches your soul.