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Trampelpfadnomainroad (1977-2017)
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limpe fuchs - Trampelpfadnomainroad (1977-2017)

limpe fuchs

Trampelpfadnomainroad (1977-2017)

€ 9.90

LABEL: Play Loud! Productions
GENRE: | FORMAT: CD | CATALOG N. PL-71 | YEAR. (2018)

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This music selection (1977-2017) was compiled for the exhibit trampelpfadnomainroad at Städtische Galerie Traunstein.
Celebrating the art and music of Limpe Fuchs the exhibition gives insight into her ongoing creative adventures, from the early days of Anima up to her recent and critically acclaimed body of work. The exhibition opens on September 2nd and is open until September 28th at Städtische Galerie Traunstein / Germany. Limpe Fuchs is open to the idea to see the exhibition travel to other art spaces and galleries.
Part of the Limpe Fuchs Archive series, it’s a variety pack that drops forty-plus years of sonic exploration into a massive nineteen tracks without touching any of her previously released goods. Limpe Fuchs‘s inquisitive nature is as hungry as ever, gathering like-minded souls around her, mulling around a host of jazz-tinged fallouts, even dispatching a few eerie numbers that are just begging for a little Nurse With Wound attention.

Stark blooms of rolling pebbles and smooth tubular reverbs start the journey. The dry kinetic clamber of tumbling dice rolling against your imagination as the metallic chimes that follow stretch like their distended shadows. Glimpses of the Anima sound world zip in and out like fragments of time caught in a snowglobe, freeform adventures that magnetically pull you along in undulating bubbles of hedonism, twitchy with hints of the ritualistic.

As you can imagine, there’s quite a lot to get to grips with. A lyrical circus interjected with the joy of weaving loose ends, those watery rock-pools full of trumpet-trailing tablas, them darting percussives wobbly with slivers of aluminium jumping through Meredith Monk skipping ropes. A sprinkle of old-fashioned oddness gleaming within, at one point (a track simply entitled “Cloth”) Limpe sounds like she’s wrestling a gigantic manta ray, sellotaping its flapping flesh down, then frantically magic-markering the surrounds in pitch-screeched zeal and vocal yelps.


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