Analogue and digital electronics measure elegant instrumental ambients, cornered by fragile arrangements and sparse freejazz drumming, a spectrum of cognitive music wandering the boundaries of a certain ecstasy through kinda neo-classical movements.
While the electric guitar tickles bass and drums over the crackling charcoal of microsounds of Mantova, La Douce blooms swings in a narrative swell fed by cello, xylophone notes and piano.
Last, Different, would buzz straight into your head until it reaches a state, suspended between the harmonization of the intangible and invisible.
A record to play if you want to sit in your room and read a good book: discreetly, it would add a little romance to the reading.
not yet, probably nobody cares, or nobody cared enough to tell something. Also: nobody reads komakino.