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Robag Wruhme, working on the material. On the very same piece. And performing two
different movements. First, thinking in category Album: who will hear it where? also: mood,
position, length. Second, thinking in category Maxisingle: a spinning-tool for the club
another form of another functionality: accelerating the rhythm, lowering the harmonicmelodious,
still preserving the nature of the song. And each version should make you HOT
for the other!
Nata Alma, a voice loses itself in the infinite, a car brakes, a horse whinnies, the sun
scorches relentless. Further, further on, towards the flickering, stoically. Water, flames on the
horizon, Fata Morgana, a mirage. »And you might say, we've got no place to go?« - okay?
no notokay at all!: Shuffle!
Nata Alma, melancholic Eight-minute-forty. A love song, a wave good-bye: »And you might
say, that you need me no more?« sings Sidsel Endresen alongside Bugge Wesseltoft's
swells and ebb-aways metal never sounded so longing; a buzzing swing, a siren call from
afar.
Robag Wruhme takes a seat at the organ and plays minor bass notes. He gets up, leaves
the room and lays down a dry rock of funk: wooden kick on wooden snare, tight-cut voices,
driving hi-hats and shakers, gated synth danglers and percussion loops. Relentless,
stoically. »And you might say, that it's over?« relentless, maybe, but that's how he creates
the Further: keep going! dance it off! a new day rising!
And right here. Flip it and keep on moving: Venq Tolep. A summer meadow, grass-stains, a
gentle breeze, an early smell of hay. Venq Tolep. Endorphins tickle under the skin. A
percussive spectacle, dance of the insects. Hopping around in flat shoes, the beat is phat
and reverberated by a cluster of trees. Stabs on the e-piano set in, picturing the euphoric
moment when Loving-feelings walk hand-in-hand with a Hint of Melancholy.
Robag Wruhme, Nata Alma and Venq Tolep - music for dance floors, inside and outside, music for the summer, day and night, and for convertibles on the way there.