Gaspar Claus
Amour Constrictor
“… receding into a melancholic progression of exquisite harmonies…”
“… receding into a melancholic progression of exquisite harmonies…”
“… wide brush strokes in pastel colours, deep-textured warmth, and hazy memories…”
“… divided by language, ideas, history, but united by the desire to create music…”
“… smoke in the air, tarred telephone poles, mowed grass, a beached whale and tobacco leaves…”
“… an exercise in reflective restraint, dreamy atmospherics, ebbing dynamics, and divine textures…”
“… has God created us, or have we created God for ourselves?”
“… the idea of the fragility of the human being…”
“… sometimes all these memories are captured with a photograph, and sometimes we can capture them with music…”
“… generative shapes morph effortlessly into particle-based metaverse versions of the band members themselves…”
“… a poetic melody that comforts and quilts…
“… the possibilities of being outside being, and in the absence of elsewhere finding ourselves, whenever we are…”