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“The deepest thing in man is the skin” Paul Valéry
Languid electroacoustic arabesques and a tribal heart.
Seven Middle Eastern veils envelop Rich's arsenal of synths & samples. They blur, diffuse, and confine it to the subplot of a sonic tapestry where Princess Shahrazād’s novellas are woven by the thread of a light, sensual ambient.
On the scorched brow of ritual percussions, feline odalisques sway, and as their fluttering eyelashes get lost in the waters of electric reverbs, trembling marimba dive and disappear behind the horizon's line.
Sinous and ravenous sound, Salomé dances and the head is lost.
In the middle of the desert, soft electronic flames illuminate Bedouin camps where breaths of bamboo carry still-living legends from centuries past. The low vault of the starry sky presses and oppresses dreams.
Spiced synthetic winds and unexpected oases.
The wood of a violin, like a dowsing rod, vibrates in search of hidden deposits among the precious fabrics of colorful bazaars painted by quivering tabla and lush transverse flutes.
The bizarre shadows cast by restless cellos soak the scorching sand where occasionally the clear imprint of a bewildering dulcimer is seen.
The bustling electronic microcosms of “Trances & Drones” are forsaken, the impossible architectures of “Gaudí” are demolished, the black pools of “Stalker” are purified.
Rich hides his tentacular electronics in seven Middle Eastern veils that caress the skin, ignite it, and sink it within us.
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