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Kenney/Kang/Park - At Temple Gate 12" Vinyl

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Kenney/Kang/Park - At Temple Gate 12" Vinyl

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12" Black Vinyl with Digital Download Card included!

ā€œAt Temple Gateā€ immerses you in a kind of shamanism of which the echo has long since been lost. It is an interstitial album which marries a modal ancestrality with the power of electronic soundscapes, revealing a duality, an incantation at the threshold of death. The Sound is what immediately strikes the listener, even before the Logos, the word, the music itself: ā€œat Temple Gateā€ is an experience a kind of sonic ritual.

It is not the dead, these deities, who are terrifying, but the living and their ever more ardent desires to communicate with those whose bodies have spread throughout the cosmos into a billion particles of stardust; where we come from and where we end up, ashes to dust. ā€œAt Temple Gateā€ is evocative of all of this: the bait of Time, Cruelty, the bite of Sound.

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Final run! All sales are final! No refunds or exchanges!

12" Black Vinyl with Digital Download Card included!

ā€œAt Temple Gateā€ immerses you in a kind of shamanism of which the echo has long since been lost. It is an interstitial album which marries a modal ancestrality with the power of electronic soundscapes, revealing a duality, an incantation at the threshold of death. The Sound is what immediately strikes the listener, even before the Logos, the word, the music itself: ā€œat Temple Gateā€ is an experience a kind of sonic ritual.

It is not the dead, these deities, who are terrifying, but the living and their ever more ardent desires to communicate with those whose bodies have spread throughout the cosmos into a billion particles of stardust; where we come from and where we end up, ashes to dust. ā€œAt Temple Gateā€ is evocative of all of this: the bait of Time, Cruelty, the bite of Sound.

text by Ī£ICHAƋL LIBERG å±±

WyS-009

*Please use caution with USPS Media Mail. This method is offered as an old school budget service for physical music, but highly discouraged, as it poses a greater risk for delays and damage.Ā