At first you barely notice it’s there, that understated, minimal beat. But bit by bit, cadences converge and fall into place, forming seductive waves of sound. That is techno, “housemade” and resonating with all his might. This explicit form of the art is what makes techno so unique.
The music gradually emerges as distant echoes focus and fuse into pure harmony. By listening, you can hear how the art lives in these pieces. It may start hard and rough but ends soft and smooth and finds its way to freedom with its shy sweetness or deliberate confidence.
It seems so perfectly formed, so inspired by the world. As if no walls could keep it contained. These sounds aren’t content to remain inside the club alone. They play in the living room. They are to be found on every stage, and cannot be any other than what a heart wants to hear. While pondering dance is catching up and sounds are shining timeless, the next beat comes and illuminates the slowly arriving night which evoked these sounds. The odyssey of the hymns overtakes and leads into the next chapter of this melodic love story that has developed and prospered. One track follows another, in an alternating, sensory-based art.
Where the heart and soul meet, you can find the most vivid attributes of music. Woven into Boran’s fascinating pieces, her passages sing an ode and support the gathering of all these elements. Presenting itself just like the truth, crude, free and unspent; as an inspiring force, not classifiable, measurable or restrictable. A music that’s just beyond reach and outside of time. Rare. And then, like a river running from the strait into the world.