Phoebe Guillemot’s RAMZi returns with an exotic kiss of tribal rhythms and 4th world electronics in Pèze-Piton, her keenly anticipated first record for 12th Isle and a fine follow-up to a string of roundly acclaimed excursions for 1080p, RVNG Intl, Total Stasis and Mood Hut in recent years.
Sounding out a unique ecology of ethnic inference and armchair mystic swerve, RAMZi realises one of her most potent, absorbing parallel dimensions with Pèze-Piton, scrolling sideways into an impenetrably layered and humid no-man’s-land where she’s free to imagine and conduct Dr. Doolittle-meets-Black Zone Myth Chant style experiments encouraging a system of harmonious interspecies communication.
The trip contracts and expands with pineal-pinching magick, travelling from the cloven-hoofed arabesque of MWI Intro and the lilting flutes and tablas of Backin to what sounds like Equiknoxx after a dish of psilocybin on the dancehall enigma Safe, before twisting left and drifting thru the psychedelic cumbia of Fly Timoun.
Turn over and the trip spaces out with the cosmic breeze of congas and melting guitars lines on Brazili, then goes eyes-down in the dance like SKRS Intl on a dembow flex with In Shed, chasing the voodoo down ancient, folkwise gunnels of the mind in Nofo, to the swarming disco at the end of the rainbow in Ptitye Zelda.
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Phoebe Guillemot’s RAMZi returns with an exotic kiss of tribal rhythms and 4th world electronics in Pèze-Piton, her keenly anticipated first record for 12th Isle and a fine follow-up to a string of roundly acclaimed excursions for 1080p, RVNG Intl, Total Stasis and Mood Hut in recent years.
Sounding out a unique ecology of ethnic inference and armchair mystic swerve, RAMZi realises one of her most potent, absorbing parallel dimensions with Pèze-Piton, scrolling sideways into an impenetrably layered and humid no-man’s-land where she’s free to imagine and conduct Dr. Doolittle-meets-Black Zone Myth Chant style experiments encouraging a system of harmonious interspecies communication.
The trip contracts and expands with pineal-pinching magick, travelling from the cloven-hoofed arabesque of MWI Intro and the lilting flutes and tablas of Backin to what sounds like Equiknoxx after a dish of psilocybin on the dancehall enigma Safe, before twisting left and drifting thru the psychedelic cumbia of Fly Timoun.
Turn over and the trip spaces out with the cosmic breeze of congas and melting guitars lines on Brazili, then goes eyes-down in the dance like SKRS Intl on a dembow flex with In Shed, chasing the voodoo down ancient, folkwise gunnels of the mind in Nofo, to the swarming disco at the end of the rainbow in Ptitye Zelda.
Phoebe Guillemot’s RAMZi returns with an exotic kiss of tribal rhythms and 4th world electronics in Pèze-Piton, her keenly anticipated first record for 12th Isle and a fine follow-up to a string of roundly acclaimed excursions for 1080p, RVNG Intl, Total Stasis and Mood Hut in recent years.
Sounding out a unique ecology of ethnic inference and armchair mystic swerve, RAMZi realises one of her most potent, absorbing parallel dimensions with Pèze-Piton, scrolling sideways into an impenetrably layered and humid no-man’s-land where she’s free to imagine and conduct Dr. Doolittle-meets-Black Zone Myth Chant style experiments encouraging a system of harmonious interspecies communication.
The trip contracts and expands with pineal-pinching magick, travelling from the cloven-hoofed arabesque of MWI Intro and the lilting flutes and tablas of Backin to what sounds like Equiknoxx after a dish of psilocybin on the dancehall enigma Safe, before twisting left and drifting thru the psychedelic cumbia of Fly Timoun.
Turn over and the trip spaces out with the cosmic breeze of congas and melting guitars lines on Brazili, then goes eyes-down in the dance like SKRS Intl on a dembow flex with In Shed, chasing the voodoo down ancient, folkwise gunnels of the mind in Nofo, to the swarming disco at the end of the rainbow in Ptitye Zelda.
Phoebe Guillemot’s RAMZi returns with an exotic kiss of tribal rhythms and 4th world electronics in Pèze-Piton, her keenly anticipated first record for 12th Isle and a fine follow-up to a string of roundly acclaimed excursions for 1080p, RVNG Intl, Total Stasis and Mood Hut in recent years.
Sounding out a unique ecology of ethnic inference and armchair mystic swerve, RAMZi realises one of her most potent, absorbing parallel dimensions with Pèze-Piton, scrolling sideways into an impenetrably layered and humid no-man’s-land where she’s free to imagine and conduct Dr. Doolittle-meets-Black Zone Myth Chant style experiments encouraging a system of harmonious interspecies communication.
The trip contracts and expands with pineal-pinching magick, travelling from the cloven-hoofed arabesque of MWI Intro and the lilting flutes and tablas of Backin to what sounds like Equiknoxx after a dish of psilocybin on the dancehall enigma Safe, before twisting left and drifting thru the psychedelic cumbia of Fly Timoun.
Turn over and the trip spaces out with the cosmic breeze of congas and melting guitars lines on Brazili, then goes eyes-down in the dance like SKRS Intl on a dembow flex with In Shed, chasing the voodoo down ancient, folkwise gunnels of the mind in Nofo, to the swarming disco at the end of the rainbow in Ptitye Zelda.