Boris Mourashkin
Bio-Energetic Psychotropic Music

THE REVIEW

Yes, I'm healed. You see me, don't you? I'm doing great. Remember my tormenting doubts?
I was torn between immediate gratifications and long-term projects. Divided between myself and others, I couldn't decide whether I was a slave, of myself, of the world, or if instead, I had been given the management of a small piece of infinity.

All these conflicts between the inside and outside of me are now resolved. What did I take? And what should I have taken? I took some time and listened to this bioenergetic music a thousand times, with each listen straightening one of my labyrinths, with each passage reducing the distance between me and things. Simplifying my mental bureaucracy. Eliminating unnecessary checks. Dissuading vigilant and paralyzing criticism. "And now?" you ask me. Now I let myself be as I am. Integrated and integrated into the whole, from which I distinguish myself by consciousness, but from which I consciously do not want to distinguish myself.

Here lies my victory: accepting things, adapting to my reality. Ancient instruments, treated synthesizers, and environmental sounds: this is the recipe of Boris Mourashkin, an almost sixty-year-old Russian by profession composer, poet, and healer. Dr. Mourashkin works according to the age-old cornerstones of the Siberian shamanic tradition and personally experiments with the effectiveness of the results. The aim is to relax the mind, acting at the source of the problem, to free the body's natural energy. For being a scientist and researcher, Dr. Mourashkin is surprisingly up-to-date with current musical tastes.

The subsequent "Points of Light" (1995) offers an angular minimalism and funk to which the definition of "acupuncture with sound" fits well. This double, instead, aims to be the exact translation, in music, of the verbal formulas used by neurolinguistic programmers. Possible in nature or perhaps not, but certainly possible to our mind, these sounds, on the edge of the recognizable, aim at the boundary between person and object. Symphonic, mysterious, otherworldly at times, at times laden with omens, this organic music took me by the hand, initially adapting to my resistances and, gradually, chasing my hunger for progress. Dissolving my emotional tensions, it reconciled me with the world, and - strange but true - makes me feel better.

The blood flows more fluidly, obstacles appear surmountable, contacts facilitated, like after a glass of vodka, but without the unpleasant side effects. Physical phenomena and creatures are evoked with a few, effective touches. It is an album of fragments that are intuitively recognized and recomposed into often deserted landscapes, but never alienated, slow but full of small events like a vital process. Mourashkin freely shapes, in a new psychedelic "Yellow Submarine," the lively fluidity of Startled Insects and the lucid vigilance of Talking Heads. His music is a walk in places I never imagined existed, which have reconciled my soul and calmed my mood.

No syrup, no inconclusive vagueness, no boredom, and above all, no unbearable moralism: ancient instruments, treated synthesizers, and environmental sounds for effective healing music, allowing me to re-enter the cycle of life with a smile on my lips and an open heart. Exactly according to the doctor's recipe.