Shattered mirror. If you look into it, the gaze gives way to fragments, scarred images, of what could be. Sound fragments in search of their story, of their exact placement in a blind mosaic, without an image on which to reconstruct themselves.
Mystical essence lost in a maze of dark, surreal echoes of pagan tribalism. Reassuring atmospheres, under the gaze of sinister dissonances.
Sound scraps, steaming Christian religiosity adorned with witchcraft amulets. Madonnas with necklaces of red hot peppers. Orient, Mediterranean, Africa, semi-dismantled Western industries, Eastern mantra hooked by a South American litany. Esoteric courses served by a faun on a psychedelic table.
A glimpse, a swift look into a world that asks nothing more than to be discovered and explored.
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