Laurel Halo
Raw Sick Uncut Wood

THE REVIEW

Simplicity?

Magic, a sweet feeling, a bridge, slow movement, a letting go.

Sounds become part of your being, perhaps after an illusory awakening.

Free sounds, after the simple flow, you might seek that moment, for me it was magical. Like opening a rusty gate.

Sweet, natural, without directions, just a few drops wet you, better than a senseless outburst.

Like sensual skin yields to the smoke. The material embraces an infinite breath but like a butterfly with an infinitely short life. A female body rests on the sound, a slow dance without a why.

But why search for a meaning? A why. Often the ruin of the soul.

Drops, a forgotten little cloud, the proximity of an umbrella among friends, a contact that at the moment means little, but when the umbrella closes, a covered sky of emotions opens up.

Simple emotions in this dialogue between human electronics and instruments make you feel at home in experimental friendly embraces.

Lightness with ingredients skillfully dosed by a very feminine touch.

We were talking about music; I am talking about emotions.

I still don't understand, but I'm not so good at talking only about voices heard outside the room. And honestly, I hope it stays that way for a long time.

Perhaps “simplicity” means “staying outside the room.”