Abul Mogard
In a studded procession
“… a haunting meditation on memory and sound, where restored fragments unfold into hypnotic, all-enveloping sonic light…”
“… a haunting meditation on memory and sound, where restored fragments unfold into hypnotic, all-enveloping sonic light…”
“… evoking a sense of loss, disintegration, and the fragility of our temporal selves…”
“… a hypnotising cocktail of spatial ambience and pulsating rhythms…”
“… effected piano motifs reverberate […] through looping electronics into a blissful, mesmerising cloud of (dis)harmony…”
“… darkened, quiet and euphonic spaces between synthetic, buzzing pulses and organic, breathing textures…”
“… mapping a journey of homecoming to the landscapes within…”
“… about discovering deep listening and reconnecting with the music and the artist…”
“… this is music from the peripheral spaces of experience…”
“… about our immense capacity for empathy, regardless of our lived experiences…”
“… at once a love letter to a beautiful land and a scathing indictment of the governing powers that have harmed its people…”
“… shaking off the winter clouds and pulling the listener into a warm blanket of sincerity… “