Description:	LP on Drag City
	Format:	LP (vinyl)
	Genre(s):	Experimental / Abstract
	Label:	Drag City
	Price:	£10.49
	Availability:	Sold out / currently unavailable. Sorry!

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...according to our Brett on 17 October 2008.

The other night I watched this well good Imagine documentary about this guy who does mental dancing teaching the wonderful Juliette Binoche to dance in like three hours before they do this big performance thing in front of loads of people dressed up all posh and sipping sherry. They had a few laughs and a little bit of heartache along the way, watched by Yentob with a finger on the chin of his perpetually interested face. Just once I'd like to see it cut from an avant-garde interpretive dance performance back to him with his head in his hands mouthing 'Oh, for fuck's sake'. If he was listening to this ehorseymous Red Favourite LP on Drag City though, he probably wouldn't. That's because it's very very lovely like flowers and that light layer of fluff on a ladies' neck. Made up of tracks recorded between 1996 and 2003, the majority are instrumental guitar workouts in the vein of a more forest-folky John Fahey or a less cosmic James Blackshaw.. It's gonna appeal to people who're into all that sort of mischief. It also reminds me quite a lot of that Masaki Batoh and Elena Espvall LP Drag City put out a few months back, minus the vocals. Proper wispy mystical floatyness that I highly recommend!

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What their label says...

Red Favorite, a cycle of compositions for guitars, electronics and voices created by Jeremy Pisani was first released as a limited edition CD on Spirit of Orr and is now offered, as it was originally conceived to appear, on a 12" LP.

He moved closer and looked through the peephole. And he saw: The world stretched out before him, a quiet and gentle space with a broad expanse of grass that practically glistened in its greenness. A sparkling brook ran through the meadow in the middle distance, and now he saw that the grass was dotted with the pale blue and soft yellow of many blooming flowers, which, half hidden in the grass, stared out at him like so many frightened eyes. On a distant hilltop stood a grove of small pink trees, covered and obscured by the astonishing pinkness of their blossoms. The world had a sense of freshness, as if it might only be minutes old — washed clean by a careful springtime rain, dried an scrubbed by a solicitous breeze, burnished to it's brightness by the rays of a gentle sun. It was an uncomplicated place, a very simple place. But what it had was quite enough; it had all it needed.