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Jacob Long (aka Earthen Sea) has a musical provenance that inevitably draws you in to take a look. He’s been a member of the Dischord endorsed, post-hardcore agitators Black Eyes, injected sax and bass to the electro-dub, no-wave work-outs of Mi Ami and since 2014 released less abrasive sounds as Earthen Sea, probing ever deeper …

SCOTT MORGAN, the textural, amniotic electronic artist responsible for such deep, pulsing and fathoms-deep works as the sublime Submers and Sketches From New Brighton, is releasing the tenth album of his Kranky career in May. It’s entitled Clara, it’s a meditation on light and shade and decay, and you can watch the three-colour macroscopic video …

Ana Roxanne’s debut LP for Kranky is a beautiful, ambient album that examines ideas about gender, identity and beauty whilst remaining ultimately soothing. It’s one to return to when in need of solace.

KRANKY. It’s a label that this unerring step with beautiful and complex ambient music, one which it’s been plying now for a quarter-century and more. The Texan imprint has just unveiled its latest signing: and once more they’ve struck the proverbial gold.  Los Angeles-based Ana Roxanne comes into the fold on the back of one …

JULIE CARPENTER, who records for Texas’ home of boundary-pushing out-rock and drone beauty Kranky, has journeyed from musical academia at the University of North Texas, through session work as a violinist for bands such as Eels, to finding her own musical self as Less Bells. She released a graceful and beautiful set, Solifuge, for the …

FATCAT’s boutique 130701 imprint is one of the leading go-tos for the experimental edge of modern composition: that zone where classical bleeds and blends with modern rock and electronic thinking, cross-fertilizing and moving forward.  Out now is a first full-length collaboration for the label between Berlin’s Yair Elazar Glotman and Stockholm’s Mats Erlandsson, who have …

DEARBORN, Michigan, isn’t necessarily a name that trips off the tongue when you think of musical powerhouses; but this little satellite city of Detroit is a quiet mecca for fans of the more blissed-out, ambient end of the post-rock spectrum. It’s where you can find Stormy Records, the secondhand collectors’ vinyl joint run by husband …