Brooding synthy introspection from Linja, making his debut album turn on Tel Aviv’s Malka Tuti with a hypnotic set of arpeggiated arabesques and night flights
Shades-on, cig lit, Linja goes into the night with a furtive sound drifting between the bittersweet modular synth tang and smoky jazz notes of ‘Into The Nowhere’, and crepuscular scenes of ‘Echoes Of Nothingness’, roll out like a lost Legowelt number with ‘In The Darkness of the sleeping streets’, before the trip turns more acidic, byzantine with the mazy shape of ‘Reflection’, and ‘Koda’ rounds the album up in desert-psych guitar strokes, but leaves his story open-ended for future volumes.
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Brooding synthy introspection from Linja, making his debut album turn on Tel Aviv’s Malka Tuti with a hypnotic set of arpeggiated arabesques and night flights
Shades-on, cig lit, Linja goes into the night with a furtive sound drifting between the bittersweet modular synth tang and smoky jazz notes of ‘Into The Nowhere’, and crepuscular scenes of ‘Echoes Of Nothingness’, roll out like a lost Legowelt number with ‘In The Darkness of the sleeping streets’, before the trip turns more acidic, byzantine with the mazy shape of ‘Reflection’, and ‘Koda’ rounds the album up in desert-psych guitar strokes, but leaves his story open-ended for future volumes.
Brooding synthy introspection from Linja, making his debut album turn on Tel Aviv’s Malka Tuti with a hypnotic set of arpeggiated arabesques and night flights
Shades-on, cig lit, Linja goes into the night with a furtive sound drifting between the bittersweet modular synth tang and smoky jazz notes of ‘Into The Nowhere’, and crepuscular scenes of ‘Echoes Of Nothingness’, roll out like a lost Legowelt number with ‘In The Darkness of the sleeping streets’, before the trip turns more acidic, byzantine with the mazy shape of ‘Reflection’, and ‘Koda’ rounds the album up in desert-psych guitar strokes, but leaves his story open-ended for future volumes.
Brooding synthy introspection from Linja, making his debut album turn on Tel Aviv’s Malka Tuti with a hypnotic set of arpeggiated arabesques and night flights
Shades-on, cig lit, Linja goes into the night with a furtive sound drifting between the bittersweet modular synth tang and smoky jazz notes of ‘Into The Nowhere’, and crepuscular scenes of ‘Echoes Of Nothingness’, roll out like a lost Legowelt number with ‘In The Darkness of the sleeping streets’, before the trip turns more acidic, byzantine with the mazy shape of ‘Reflection’, and ‘Koda’ rounds the album up in desert-psych guitar strokes, but leaves his story open-ended for future volumes.
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Brooding synthy introspection from Linja, making his debut album turn on Tel Aviv’s Malka Tuti with a hypnotic set of arpeggiated arabesques and night flights
Shades-on, cig lit, Linja goes into the night with a furtive sound drifting between the bittersweet modular synth tang and smoky jazz notes of ‘Into The Nowhere’, and crepuscular scenes of ‘Echoes Of Nothingness’, roll out like a lost Legowelt number with ‘In The Darkness of the sleeping streets’, before the trip turns more acidic, byzantine with the mazy shape of ‘Reflection’, and ‘Koda’ rounds the album up in desert-psych guitar strokes, but leaves his story open-ended for future volumes.