My interest in audio, with breaks in continuity, began in the mono era. In all that time I’ve not encountered stand-alone devices as effective and, to be honest, as mysterious as these endearing pulse generators.
Footsteps! And whilst I wonder, be it she, my visage encounters an amusing cream pie. The Gypsies are thunderstruck. Flat out astonished down to the ground.
Once upon a recent time a husband and wife’s old front-loading washing machine began making alarming sounds.
Perhaps I’m reading into what I hear: a trace of melancholy sentiment in a flawless execution…
It would be cruel to call Gérard Pesson the Französisch Lachenmann (or the francese Sciarrino).
Exuberant performances propel charming, uncomplicated music. Look beyond the Ruslan and Lyudmila Overture and hear why later compatriots heralded Glinka as Russian music’s father.
As we’d expect from a seasoned musician, Ramsay’s quartets reveal a deep understanding of and admiration for the genre’s giants.