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KRANK 253CD
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"Los Angeles musician Cate Kennan's self-produced second full length unfolds with the poetry and immateriality of its title: Shadows. Ten vignettes of keys, strings, reverb, and voice, the songs sway and lope between dream and lullaby, rose-colored but remote. The album was inspired by the dislocation Kennan felt upon returning, after several years away, to the rustic neighborhood northwest of L.A. where she'd grown up: 'Wandering through a place where my life once existed but where everything had quietly shifted with time.' The music conjures a mood of distance, dust, and dazed emotion, alternately lulling and unraveling. From shuffling tumbleweed vignettes ('The Lone West,' 'Romantic Strings') to sepia-tone torch songs ('Shadows,' 'Reverie') to oblique keyboard meditations ('Moonlight,' 'Rain'), Kennan's soundworld moves with a muted, murky beauty, like alluring shapes seen through smudged glass. In her hands, haze is a transformative property, liberating melody and memory into landscapes still untraveled: 'What began as a period of nostalgia for me turned into a longing, not for the past, for a place that might exist somewhere beyond the horizon.'"
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KRANK 253LP
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LP version. "Los Angeles musician Cate Kennan's self-produced second full length unfolds with the poetry and immateriality of its title: Shadows. Ten vignettes of keys, strings, reverb, and voice, the songs sway and lope between dream and lullaby, rose-colored but remote. The album was inspired by the dislocation Kennan felt upon returning, after several years away, to the rustic neighborhood northwest of L.A. where she'd grown up: 'Wandering through a place where my life once existed but where everything had quietly shifted with time.' The music conjures a mood of distance, dust, and dazed emotion, alternately lulling and unraveling. From shuffling tumbleweed vignettes ('The Lone West,' 'Romantic Strings') to sepia-tone torch songs ('Shadows,' 'Reverie') to oblique keyboard meditations ('Moonlight,' 'Rain'), Kennan's soundworld moves with a muted, murky beauty, like alluring shapes seen through smudged glass. In her hands, haze is a transformative property, liberating melody and memory into landscapes still untraveled: 'What began as a period of nostalgia for me turned into a longing, not for the past, for a place that might exist somewhere beyond the horizon.'"
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