A poignant question from Pinkcourtesyphone. A haunting strain. A coat of gloss smeared.
A scene recalled, a fond memory, a terrible lie in this new dark age of love.
Suspended in that lush, lonely feeling, Pinkcourtesyphone implores you to hang breathless on the line, above the chandeliers in shimmering stasis that belie those desperate, shadowy passions underneath.
A creak, a glance. nothing is for certain anymore. that sentimental something echoed across corridors, valleys, crevices, and it was never true. that redundant physicality kept it suspended in the lens-trapped hearts of countless thousands.
A limited edition. seven excellent examples of negative mood music. Pinkcourtesyphone’s artistry is all lustrous sounds. new meaning and beauty for…oh, you don’t even want to know. The answer is buried under centuries of suffocatingly sweet tonalities we created. Just like romance, the mighty do fall with indelicate slices.
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LIke tman1015, I am a little scared of this album. It is a deeply shocking and accurate musical portrayal of senile dementia -inasmuch as I've (sadly) observed members of friends and family become gradually subsumed by it.
Yet it is captivating, there are many moments of beauty along the way. I cannot stop going back for another listen.
I wonder if anyone (apart from the artist) has managed to listen all the way through in one sitting. I am not even close to managing yet. Simon Woolf
supported by 13 fans who also own “Indelicate Slices”
There is a very special place in my heart for music that is poised yet polished. Like a deliberate painting of a winter meadow covered in a heavy mist of nearly crystallized water vapor, its sound descending on my mind and wrapping it into a mild stupor, slumber, and daze. The trance-inducing arpeggios hypnotizing my perception, confusing the sensors, in a synesthetic single-tone-colored spell... Headphone Commute