Artist.......: We Are Loud Whispers Album........: Suchness Label........: Hardly Art Genre........: Indie Catnr........: n/a source.......: CDDA rip.date.....: Aug-27-2013 str.date.....: 2013 quality......: VBR/44.1Hz/Joint-Stereo Url..........: n/a track title time 01. Orange Blossom 02:51 02. This Time 03:55 03. You Surround 06:03 04. Western Town 02:55 05. Glossolalia 03:37 06. Starcrossed 02:38 07. Modern World 05:24 08. Rewind 05:44 09. I Hate Goodbyes 04:32 10. My Love Song 04:35 Runtime 42:14 min Size 73,6 MB Release Notes: Trans-Pacific duo We Are Loud Whispers have a knack of making what doesnÆt seem possible. The brainchild of Sonya Westcott and Ayumu Haitani, the pairÆs debut effort Suchness was created over emails sent between their respective homes in Seattle and the Japanese island of Honshu, without the two principals ever coming together face-to-face again after briefly meeting in 2007 when WestcottÆs earlier gig Arthur & Yu toured Japan. And yet you wouldnÆt know that Suchness, which premieres on PopMatters, was the product of purely virtual interaction, considering the warmth and immediacy of the music therein. Indeed, the contradictions built into the band name We Are Loud Whispers reflect how Haitani and Westcott bring together contrasting elements so seamlessly, combining electronic atmospherics with gentle, organic orchestration. PopMatters caught up with Westcott via emailùnaturallyùto find out more about how We Are Loud Whispers came to be and how, appropriately enough, the twosome collaborated with the Postal ServiceÆs Jimmy Tamborello. PopMatters is pleased to share a stream of Suchness, out this week on Hardly Art.cluttered, melding together in Zen simplicity. WestcottÆs airy whisper floats above heartbeat percussion, evoking the emotive electro of Lali Puna and Notwist. In ôModern World,ö the 7th track on the album, Westcott and Haitani ask, ôWill we last or will we fade away?ö Suchness, an album made between continents and between genres, seems to answer with the same duality that informed its construction. We are as impermanent as we are timeless. We are songs already sung and ones yet to be imagined. We are loud whispers. We last and we fade away.