Monday, September 7, 2009

mr. james barth

there is a certain tone in many of Cari Lekebusch's tracks that make me think of warm nights, empty streets, ghettos
filled with families living in shacks, bicycles squeaking through the darkness and the sound of the sea at night.
it's like he is transmitting ancient tribal bass tones and haunted melodies through his samplers and
compressing them until you can almost feel its texture, smell the dirt and sweat rising through the mist.
this is one such track.

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