The Depths

thirdform

pass the sick bucket
I think rockabilly is the only genre without true depths. even the stuff which is extremely saturated is basically the same 50s 12 bar love song/saturday night dancey stuff. I kind of admire that.
 

luka

Well-known member
I know you're being deliberately hyperbolic for effect but even so the idea that white on white negates or supersedes the mystery and perfect calm of Piero della Frecesco, the fresh, spring light of Bottecelli, the multiple vantages and fractured space of Cezanne, Picasso, Braque, the interior silence and stopped time of Vermeer, the sensitivity and compassion of Rembrant, the electric atmospheres of Giorgione, the mocking symbolism of Poussin, the startling aliveness of Daumier, the gravitas and scope of Titian, the grace and ease of Degas is absolutely fucking mental mate!


Whirlwind tour of art history
 

WashYourHands

Cat Malogen
My Mum phoned earlier and has been on a doo wop binge. “They sound so vast”, was the expression, all out vocal mastery. I gotta get a playlist off her
 

Client Eastwood

Well-known member
@pattycakes_ you started this thread with an excellent rendition of the Malkauns by Pandit Pran Nath.

Here's another take by female classical vocalist Malini Rajurkar - What a voice!


Tho' PPN version (darker, more ominous) seems more late night listening ie when this raag is supposed to be listened to.

Perhaps I just need to hear the Malini Rajurkar version at the right time of day a few more times
 
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bassbeyondreason

Chtonic Fatigue Syndrome
In which the sonic depths (the haunted density of the mix, those walls-of-Jericho horns) and the mystic-historical depths of the lyrics, the (literal) deep grain of the voice, all combine into what for me is the epitome of "DEEP".
 
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