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🌑 ALBUM PRESENTATION — “The Land of Incense”
🔥 A cross‑continental ritual told in French, Vietnamese, and bass frequencies
🌍 A Journey That Became a Language

“The Land of Incense” isn’t just an album — it’s a threshold.
Mario doesn’t travel through Southeast Asia as a tourist; he moves like a sensor, absorbing layers of scent, neon, humidity, and memory.
This record is born where geography dissolves and becomes perception.

It’s an album that breathes like a DSLR camera at night —
grainy, intimate, close to the skin, capturing the world in fragments of light and shadow.
🎸 A Sonic Architecture Built on Minimalism

At the core of the album lies a musical philosophy inspired by that psychedelic Texas trio known for reinventing global minimalism —
not quoted, not imitated, but echoed.

The foundation is unmistakable:

    🎚️ Fretless saturated bass — serpentine, warm, hypnotic

    🎸 Minimal electric guitar — clean, liquid, shimmering

    🎧 Turntable textures — scratches like blades cutting through humid air

    🥁 Dusty drum machines — slow, ritualistic, breathing like a street at dawn

    🎼 Vietnamese instruments — đàn bầu, đàn tranh, bamboo percussion

Every sound is a doorway.
🇫🇷🇻🇳 Why French? Why Vietnamese?

Because this album isn’t about “world music.”
It’s about worlds layered on top of each other.
🇫🇷 French

The language of balconies, old radios, colonial ghosts, and neon rain.
It carries nostalgia, elegance, and a cinematic melancholy.
It represents the upper layer of the city — the rooftops, the reflections, the memories.
🇻🇳 Vietnamese

The language of markets, incense smoke, riverbanks, and motorbikes at midnight.
It vibrates like bamboo drums and street vendors calling through the heat.
It represents the ground layer — the earth, the sweat, the pulse.

Together, they form a dual‑layer narrative, like two friends walking the same night in two different tongues.
🛕 A Ritual in Motion

This album doesn’t sit still.
It walks.

It walks through:

    🏮 Narrow alleys glowing with red neon

    🛕 Old temples breathing incense

    🐦 Memories of Pompei and childhood birds

    🛵 Motorbikes slicing through humid air

    🎤 Street‑level rap whispered like a confession

    🪕 Banjo lines that feel like ancestral threads

    🔥 Mantras invented from pure instinct

It’s a diary, a rite, a night‑walk, a glitch in the matrix of the city.
⚡ The Heart of the Project

At its core lies a simple, luminous idea:

Life is a river, and we are feathers learning to follow its current.

The mantra — Mama baba, mama lehna, mamma nena —
is not tied to any culture, and precisely for that reason,
it resonates with all of them.

It’s a call to return, to wander, to rise, to breathe.
🌌 Conclusion

“The Land of Incense” is not an album you listen to.
It’s an album you enter.

A place where:

    languages become rivers

    bass becomes gravity

    neon becomes memory

    and every step becomes a sign

It proves that music can still be a location,
a ritual,
a map of the soul.


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