I'm writing in the wind, our last words
I'm sailing the waves
I'm swallowing them
without knowing what they'll bring
The nuances of our lives, are an unpredictable palette
I don't know anything, I'm an interrupted soul
I don't know anything, I'm an interrupted soul
We are never there
I burned our bodies
We will be reborn, apart
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Not many albums manage to be serene and unsettling simultaneously, but this one does.
Bora's sounds is deceptively complex, drawing on a range of styles and genres, often unpredictable ways; a kick drum creeps in, unannounced; aural static contrasts against fluted vocalisations.
This is an album I keep coming back to, such is its alluring inscrutability. I recommended unreservedly. Michael Mueller