A charred slice of a traditional Samai rhythm.

Glycyrrhiza

Dear Ol' Da

You can't remember how you got there - the streets are twisty, and you were following the eccentric young people to the underground club. The music is loud, the folks are friendly... and you leave at dawn to get a croissant and find your way home.

Cyminum

A soft rustle of leaves on swaying stalks, a calm sunset. Nice.

Phyllostachys

A river runs through history... silt, blood, and time.

Ister

An interpretation of a traditional rhythm... from skin on skin, breath through clay, stricken ore to pulses of electricity.

Chlorargyrite

A flutter of iridescent wings weaves an expensive tapestry.

Hyalophora

The air fills with a heady scent... petrified ichor set alight cleanses our minds.

Commiphora

You can feel the music before you hear it... and as you pass other inked pouts clenching pungent coffin nails, you know you have found your tribe.

XB3