From tears : beach archive

Pulsing plasma foams onto the crystal sands on this faraway beach. There is no lounge bar here but the sounds create chairs, sunshine, walls, and a dreamy dancefloor. The House is revised and made bumpy with unpredictable counter rhythms that enhance the framework, that reform the basic foundation with a more abstract super structure. We step out onto a non-existant terrace. There is neo-dub glowing all around. Si-Cut-db has things in common with Lena. They limp their soul beats to life in a similar way. The binary is discreetly fractured. Potholes take the place of dance lesson footprints. The dervish is filmed in slow motion. Arms are lovely to watch twirling in the salty air. Sounds that spell freedom without obligation. The sound of water melting into sand.

Bip-hop. 2005