The Fieldpicker by Wyldhaus, released 03 March 2019 1. I Am Here 2. Arriving at the Gates of Nothingness 3. Lost, But Not Hopeless 4. Skydrift 5. Unwinding Light 6. Stilted 7. Double-bladed . .12. Languishing in the Periphery 13. Lonely Man 14. Open Fields The music on 'The Fieldpicker' was recorded between 2004 and 2006 @ Studio Zenith. It was originally released in 2013 in CD format and hand distributed to a number of people. The sound has since been remixed and remastered. It is meant to be Domski's first official album release, and a small glimpse of what is yet to come.
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Enter a world of characteristic elegance and grandeur. Above the village of Flims, you’ll find the Waldhaus Park with its breathtaking alpine views, wide open meadows, trees and garden artistry. Surrounded by all of this, Waldhaus Flims is the perfect place to offer an exclusive refuge that our guests always appreciate.
Das Waldhaus Sils im Engadin: ein 5-Stern-Hotel in 5. Generation. Ohne Starallüren, aber mit Charakter – behaglich, familienfreundlich und persönlich. As you cross the threshold to this legendary hotel, you are following in the footsteps of many guests for whom the Waldhaus and its surroundings have always meant pleasure and tranquillity. It was here, peaceful and unencumbered, far from the bustling world, on a hill in the forest high above Lake Sils that our forebears decided to build the Waldhaus. Continuing their tradition, the fifth generation now personally welcomes our guests. The Waldhaus: grand, but friendly and relaxed; children very welcome! We wish you a very special stay. The spirit is the reason why I keep returning. - Elke.
The Field's Axel Willner is among electronic music's most doggedly consistent musicians. This consistency, and his awareness of it, is right there in his unshowy and uniform album covers, the design of which has remained entirely unchanged since the beginning of his career, save for a switch from beige to black two albums back. That steadfastness is entirely suited to the work itself: Repetition, extreme repetition, is its modus operandi, its bread and butter, its raison d'être. Even on an album premised on plateaus, there are peaks and troughs; the queasy buzz of "Pink Sun" is not as immediately satisfying as the pitched desire of "Monte Verità" or the rosy glow of "Raise the Dead. And it's worth asking whether "Soft Streams" really needs to be 11 minutes long, instead of, say, nine, or even seven. Still, for these pieces to work their magic, they need to pull you in, to blot out the world outside.