Borealis land is dead, il renaît ailé.
Let him beguile you… Imagine a character with cherub wings, flying right through synthetic clouds. Full of narrative ambiguity structure in parallel universes.
History of hypnosis and psyche, made of insistent repetitions, memories of happy mornings, when stars are dying away.
de B brought with him a bag of classicalism-laced micro House tracks that creaked at bowed the edges of convention. Picking through records from him current love of that “Romanian sound” he kept his finger on the pulse of club music throughout his set.
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