After a loved one dies, might part of their essence be inscribed in the objects they owned? When the object is as personal as a beloved accordion, the case grows stronger. When a member of Arigto happened upon such an instrument, memories came flooding back: not only of the relative playing but breathing, an act performed not only by the artist, but the instrument. When one hears the lungs of this accordion – the only instrument used here – the impression of breath is so strong that we wrote to receive confirmation. Is this really Arigto (Noah Haußmann and Sebastian Stauß) or a communication from the great beyond? There’s no reason why it cannot be both.
The cover photo is haunting; black-and-white lends itself to such moods, and has been…

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