Zone Bleue
Zone Bleue probes an arena of minimalism that feels like a synthetic orchestra high on emotional turmoil, a musical interpretation of blue skies on a computer background, an improbable nursery room vibe instigated by the touching silliness of machines wanting to emulate the warmth of trumpets, accordions or the human voice. Steve Reichian time stamps and Raymond Scottesque dreaminess take the listener surfing over waves of lapis-lazuli and ultramarine, going deep into a zone of scattered twilight.
Zone Bleue, Kraak, 2023.These seven tracks are a ubiquitous flight to Japan and the Balearic Islands, but also to Mr. Reich's dimensional aesthetic salon. I'm no longer touching the ground, like a celestial being composed of 98% sinusoids, hovering between the ether and the ocean. It's total bliss. No fourth world or next-gen orientalism, but the memory of the other side of a frequently visited place. Musique Journal.