12k, again. Herbst, (not) again: On the second part of his season-series traces the Australian sound artist Lawrence English his impressions of autumn, which he has collected on different continents. That season, the biting cold had long since tired of it now, far too long they had lain down on the innocent throat. Outside, slush, Sunday pulse inside and around it inflates the life looked bleak. Or not?
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A Colour For Autumn 
' is an unexpectedly beautiful panorama of many moods of the season change has become. 
Sounds like this in the 'Frankreich' Opener umrauschelt from a field recording of the infamous Mistral wind, nor expected, bleak, almost threatening, it is in' Watching It Unfold 'then a velvety shimmering Fennesz guitar that the sadness in domiciled Brisbane win still persists. In his vision of nature, and reappearance of subsided, the Australians are the observer, the aesthetes who knows his music fall to have inherent any time a piece of hope for new life. The effect is positive, in the best moments also really poignant. English acting in far less diffuse and rugged, as scarring on other work, only the breitärschigen Drones now and then the delicate harmony brown coat.
