Asuna
Tide Ripples

Nauyoki Arashi dreams under a rainbow of notes, falling lightly from the strings of a solitary guitar, synth, and a faint voice. They fall from silence like images, reflections of reality like bridges between lands and time.

Repetitive concentric circles open a magical passage. English folk passes by, caressed by oriental fragrances. It is transfigured into a bucolic Terry Riley, into ambient oasis, into bubbles of spiritual psychedelia. Two long tracks in continuous mutation to be listened to in reverent silence and to dream under the rainbow of notes.