Sometimes less is so much more, and in the case of Sumie’s self-titled debut, the combination of her voice and an acoustic guitar casts the most hypnotic and disarmingly simple spell.
 
Born Sandra Sumie Nagano in Gothenburg, Sweden, she first began recording her songs in 2008, a few years after becoming a mother. Unlike her sister Yukimi, who fronts the electro-pop outfit Little Dragon, Sumie has pursued a solitary and acoustic path. “It was not a style or a sudden choice but more me playing my guitar and having two small children so I could not make much noise,” she explains. “But I also love minimal and delicate music, so that felt like a natural direction for me.”

Sumie

Show talked windows

pre-order album here

SUMIE - Show Talked Windows

Band: Tango with Lions 
Song: Sad Big Blue Eyes
Album: Verba Time

Tango with Lions - Sad Big Blue Eyes

Solander - Berlin

Recorded live in an empty warehouse at Artwork Artelier, Award winning Kirsty McGee performs a track from her new album "Those Old Demons'.
Pre-Order it here...
http://www.kirstymcgee.com

'Survival' live recording - Kirsty McGee and the Hobopop Collective

Clint Eastwood (Gorillaz)/ Electro Swing Orchestra Remix 
You Don’t Love Me/ Caro Emerald
A Cool Cat in Town/ Tape Five (feat. Brenda Boykin)
Senza Ciatu/ Swingrowers
Double-Crossed v.1/ Mr. Edwardz
Get Up/ Jazzotron (feat. Sofija Knezevic)
One Day (Caro Emerald)/ Swingrower’s Remix 
I’ll Walk Alone/ The Harry James Orchestra (feat. Kitty Kallen)


September Swing

134 Days - Karise Eden

Chordaholic - "Human"
Album: "Somewhere Else"
Violin: Tara Kamangar
Music & Lyrics: Anoush Khazeni
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/0PCuJcOYidMzJzwjbcDcav
iTunes: https://music.apple.com/us/album/human/722055274?i=722055283

Somewhere Else

Human

Chordaholic - "Human"

Ma Polaine's Great Decline - Love Me Or Leave Me

from the new album IT WAS THE MOMENT
now out everywhere
https://michellegurevich.bandcamp.com/
***
My mother is dead
My children don’t let me sleep
The money’s a problem
On perpetual repeat
My wife is angry
My lover’s upset

So I take a shower
And let the hot water fall
A waste of water
Is no waste at all
The hotter the better
I’m at home in the steam
I suspend all decisions
With seven types of cream

I don’t speak the language
In the city I live
I once followed a girl
Now I’ve ended up here

The weather is freezing
And I’ve figured it out
Blondes lead you North
Brunettes take you South
So make sure your lover
Comes from a sunny place

I take a shower
And let the hot water fall
A waste of water
For my wasted heart
Hotter than most can handle
You’re welcome to try
The old systems fail
Those I honed all my life

The war keeps on going
No one knows what for
A hundred years of trauma
Lead to a hundred more

Another madman in power
Cause only madmen seek power
Their eternal revenge
That time you laughed in the shower

Everyone is depressed
Everyone is displaced
We used to be together
Now we’re all over the place

I always sought newness
Now I’m retracing my steps
Seeking what’s familiar
Scattered over continents

Life without a mother
Just isn’t the same
My loyal protector
Now a bag of grain
I wish I could call her
Miss her voice and her smile

I take a shower
And let the hot water fall
A waste of water
For my soul’s recall
Just beyond the bathroom
Could be my childhood home
Being an only child
Means that you mourn alone

Shower

Benjamin Clementine- Condolence Burberry Menswear Show

Nights in white Satin -The Moody Blues (Cover) by Tatia Kay

...If you were an alien tuning into the sphere of sound that earth has been emitting since we discovered how to radio broadcast, and trying to make some sort of emotional narrative of the human experience, is there an emergent quality to the aural messages that transcends? Could another form of consciousness slice the beats back together across space and time to deduce the language of music? Would there be a similar concept of dance housed in a body to react to the sound? I like to mix imagining how the blend of human radio clips might be pieced together from the outside: sometimes dissonant, sometimes harmonious. Above all, I hope to tell a story through cuts to the emotion that a human journey knows...

September Swing

cate fantom