Liminal Winter – A Liminal Winter
A Liminal Winter
Liminal Winter
EP
Slushwave
Dom Lepore
April 3, 2024
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February 18, 2021
Tracks in this feature
Tracks in this release
We are reacquainted with the shattered stylings of Fuuka ASMR straight away, as the second part to their neoteric Hyperpop sequel launches us into a sea of pristine samples that lap over each other endlessly. Silky 9 begins with melodies reaching passionately out of a pool of cooing voices. Much more prominent than this is a chattering percussive melody that sounds like a thousand TV channels being flicked through in a matter of milliseconds. The contrast between these two sounds in their wildly different textures makes for an engaging listen, this is the sort of music that gets the crowds of club-goers moving in the Covid-free alternative universe where Fuuka ASMR resides. An incredible catharsis takes place around a third of the way in, and an unexpected one at that. The juddered fast-motion percussion suddenly reroutes and takes us into a small sonic clearing. From here the voice changes, sending much more staccato notes out into the sickly aether. It seems a little more guided by the contrasting texture now, the vocal notes being released alongside the fast sounds in a rhythmic embrace. Hidden within is a small vocal trill that sounds like something from a pixel-y DJ Boonie lyric video adorned with text based kisses and love hearts. But this lacks the contextual basis of LG Chocolate phones and bluetooth. With Fuuka ASMR, these hyperemotional voices are lost in a sea of evaporating euphoria and automatic loops.
Press Silky‘s vocals feel much more group-based, with several high-pitched voices spilling over a bass-y glitched backdrop. They could very well be exact replicas of each other, but they seem altogether more confident in the audio space. Every now and again that swift torrent of shifting sounds releases a gasp of vocal, before it is swept up in an artifact-ridden wave. After a while, the battered dam breaks and glossy samples swarm the soundscape. This is supported in its charge by a sudden hum of bass guiding it onwards. It is indicative of production and compositional skill that such movements and transitions can happen in an altogether chaotic atmosphere. Though the atmosphere presented is intense, the sequences are clearly audible. The voices push heavy against the mix, as it crackles and burns under the pressure before they finally subside.
This relic from an alternate universe offers a glimpse into a truly different type of music. The glistening airiness of electronic pop is present, but Fuuka ASMR does away with the boundaries and ballasts. This causes gloopy, hyperreal sound to gush all over the place, mesh together and make patterns of its own. The unrestricted nature of the two tracks feels somewhat reminiscent of early 00’s UK nightcore. However, Fuuka ASMR and the world she exists in seems to relish the absence of a straightforward rhythm, allowing the artist to produce a truly special listening experience.
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