What you're looking at is a very special limited release CD. It's fully letterpress printed on 110c Crane Lettra Flo paper. It's 100% cotton, and it's even been run through a second blind pass for extra deep impression. The actual disc sleeve is a custom die-cut. We have the incredible talents of Studio On Fire to thank for the incredible letterpress job, and Kris Phidelity for the mindblowing artwork. Kris and SoF came together to push this technique to the limit, and the result speaks for itself.
Includes immediate download of 10-track album in the high-quality format of your choice (MP3, FLAC, and more), plus unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.
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Immediate download of 10-track album in the high-quality format of your choice (MP3, FLAC, and more), plus unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.
Hello. So here we are. This is my new album. It's called Acceptitude. Much has happened since we last met. How did this all come about? Well, it's a long story. It began in the studio one day, just like any other day when suddenly...
Pieces, fragments, years-old musical ruminations literally erupted and self-organized into a shapeshifting gelatinous cloud of confetti. Streams of silvery glissandos echoed through the studio, each note strangely familiar, like squealing drones of far away trains, or a lonely morning raven in the Canyonlands. Towering rhythmic structures took their toll on two ringing ears in memorable moments of silence, carrying on with a carillon and a zirconium ring. Meanwhile, intermingling giggling demons jitterbugged, mumbling pummelling repetitions, threatening deafening dissonance. All around, sounds drowned, hopelessly submerged in matter, vigorously sunk in a humongous vat of viscous deep yogurt. Arms thrashed as the goo flew and one shoe moved in front of the other. Music mysteriously popped into existence without beginning or end. Memories of rainy Chopin serenades preluded the long farewell. The
summit appeared. The footholds held strong and the heralds hurrahed, beckoning with a serene transdimensional maternal whisper - the same whisper that kicked-off this whole shabang. Hours raced forth to some urgent nomadic destination, and the sun faithfully rose again in perfect time with a totally ultra-satisfying denouement (in a-minor). Acceptance and gratitude burst forth like a roman candle. The final stage signalled the last act. I checked my watch, checked the calendar, staggered back to the computer, pressed the space bar, and listened to Acceptitude one last time.
So that's basically what happened. I'm a bit fuzzy on some of the details, but you get the gist.
Whether expressing the warmth of the heart through lush chords and melodies, or engaging extraterrestrial aliens through
twisted granular tractor-beams, James Watts is committed to sharing music with the world, and beyond.