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Sanatçının Albümleri
The Artist in the Ambulance - Revisited
2023 · albüm
Summer Set Fire To The Rain (Acoustic)
2022 · single
Open Your Eyes and Dream
2022 · single
Dead Wake / Scavengers (Acoustic)
2022 · single
Robot Soft Exorcism (Amulets Remix)
2021 · single
Horizons / East
2021 · albüm
Palms (Acoustic Sessions For Octane)
2021 · single
Palms - Deeper Wells
2019 · mini albüm
Hold Up A Light (Edit)
2019 · single
Palms
2018 · albüm
Red Telephone
2017 · single
Sea Change
2017 · single
To Be Everywhere Is To Be Nowhere
2016 · albüm
Death From Above
2016 · single
Black Honey
2016 · single
Blood On The Sand
2016 · single
Anthology
2012 · albüm
Major / Minor
2011 · albüm
Beggars
2009 · albüm
Live At The House of Blues
2008 · albüm
The MySpace Transmissions
2008 · mini albüm
The Alchemy Index, Vol. 3 & 4: Air & Earth
2008 · albüm
The Alchemy Index, Vols. 1 & 2: Fire & Water
2007 · albüm
Image Of The Invisible
2005 · single
Vheissu
2005 · albüm
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Since forming Thrice with guitarist Teppei Teranishi, bassist Eddie Breckenridge, and drummer Riley Breckenridge in 1998, Kensrue has never been one to back down from a mental fight. This mood is set by the opening synth-driven number “Color of the Sky,” which sounds well-suited to accompany the closing credits of the Stranger Things season finale. Think Flying Lotus giving way to Elbow and setting the listener down in a new dimension. A self-recorded effort, Horizons/East conveys a palpable sense of danger, determination, and possibility. Scott Evans (Sleep, Kowloon Walled City, Yautja, Town Portal) is on mixing duties, conjuring a landscape of gloom, glow, and glory. On “Buried in the Sun,” which had the working title of “D.C. Bass,” the band’s fondness for bands like Fugazi and Frodus comes to the fore. In it we learn that there’s a military-industrial complex, a vast apparatus of legal bullying, to take on (I saw the fire on the television/the DoD or the CIA), but the threat to our mental health in acknowledging our own country’s participation in the terror trade is both immersive and interior. The psychic struggle will often come down to what we’re doing with our tools, how we hold what passes before our minds in dreams and on screens. There’s a lot to take in and a lot to be mad about, but Horizons/East invites us to slow tape and see.