In his book The Life of Plants, philosopher Emanuele Coccia writes that plants are a kind of cosmic point of tension that binds us all, because they are the sculptors of our very breath. In his new record The Grass Grows, Antonych Grows, Luka Kuplowsky embodies a similar idea to adapt works by Ukrainian poet-mystic Bohdan Ihor Antonych—often written from the perspective of a bug or a flower—into heterogeneous indie jazz soundscapes that can mirror, in their latent sentimentalism, our current climate catastrophe . . .
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