{"title":"Last Resort","description":null,"products":[{"product_id":"artsfest","title":"ArtsFest","description":"\u003cp\u003eMemory is malleable. The day you met the person you love, what color shirt was she wearing? At precisely what angle did the sunlight strike his face? How exactly did they glow? These little details are precious, but the strange thing is, the more you cherish them, the more they change. Each recollection is another potential touch point where stories can shift—each replay degrades the truth. Reality's rough edges smooth, with time. Objectivity is a myth: cameras and recording devices all contort image and sound. There's no way to know exactly how things were. And yet we still tell the stories, to try to capture how things felt, even though the truth is always slipping through our fingers.\n\nLemon Quartet's second albumArts Festseems to unconsciously circle this thematic territory. Full of loose, yet lush repetition, it seems to function like memory—each dizzy melody recalling and rewriting what came before, subtly shaping each piece as time passes. Not that they seem especially concerned with the passage of time anyway. They space out, they work in the realm of feelings, scribbling melodious abstractions that feel familiar. Rich with compassion, harmony, and gestures toward ecstatic—if not objective—truth, it's full of the sort of pieces that demand you return to them, but sound a bit different each time, new details overtaking familiar comforts. Are you hearing them for the first time? Or just for the first time in a long time? 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A conversation between double bass, synthesiser, and piano plays out on \"In Tears Twice A Page\" before we're ushered into the reflective zone of \"Another Haunted Mirror.\" There is synth mist which trumpet cuts through decisively like a shaft of light from the sun: warm and clear. As the album proceeds, firmer rhythms coalesce. On \"Prelude for Probably,\" clattering drums lock into a triumphant groove with horns. And then, to close, the instrumental art-pop of \"Gone in Amber,\" probing not necessarily towards a final destination but another stop-off, one of distant birdsong and the faintest flicker of synth. Intimate and inviting, the act of listening to Whispered Something Good is akin to digging through an imagination. It's a place of subliminal melodies blooming into rhizomatic musical shapes, stray musings coalescing as bolts of inspiration — change fostering yet more change.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Last Resort","offers":[{"title":"Black LP","offer_id":50430810653003,"sku":"2200284","price":24.99,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0867\/1120\/6219\/files\/test_3f4a0ee4_thumbnail_4096.jpg?v=1726852482"},{"product_id":"hunter-on-the-wing","title":"Hunter On The Wing","description":"\u003cp\u003ePiano, handmade electronics, tenor sax, couple strings.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI was after something tangible. Sounds you could roll around in your palm and consider different, complex, and flawed textures. Feel the weight, maybe even smell them.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThis desire is probably a reaction to the dissociative nausea from the constant simulacra of these early 2020s. Like deliberately going barefoot to feel yourself grounded in a real place, as I read Andrea Needham did when facing charges for disarming a warplane.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnyway, my methods to achieve these sound \"objects\" was to use a healthy amount of acoustic instrumentation with all its familiar sonic unevenness, to free sounds from rhythmic or thematic structure, and to give plenty of blank space around each note so the ear can reach in and pluck it out. A berry from a bush, an eyelash from a friend's cheek.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eReally though, a lot of the time now I just want to listen to the birds. There are plenty on here. 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