Artist : OMFO
Title : Omnipresence (Expeditions into Central Asian Dub Space)
Genre : Electronic
Year : 2009
Date : 07/2009
Bitrate : VBR kbps
Tracks : 19
Label : Essay Recordings
Source : CDDA
Encoder : Lame 3.97
Length : 69:35 min
Size : 91,3 MB
Tracklist:
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01.tipsy djinn 03:12
02.sindbad the spaceman 03:50
03.the sorcerer 04:22
04.expedition east 03:58
05.pamiri dub 04:16
06.baghdub 04:52
07.arabesque 03:26
08.windhorse 04:13
09.tajik equations 03:57
10.the lost polyphonics 05:26
11.pagansonic 03:39
12.caravanserai 02:18
13.siberian abracadabra 03:36
14.almasti 03:03
15.kashgar chai 02:48
16.beauty mark 04:11
17.native nocturne 03:46
18.opium 02:22
19.omnipresence 02:20
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69:35 min
It all started in a chaikhana somewhere in Central Asia. As I was
enjoying a bowl of tea, suddenly the east of my brain started to
send strange signals to my body. And then my vision of the world
turned into the abstract motif of a Turkmen rug. The whole universe
transformed into a carpet ornament. The sound of prayer calls,
noisy bazaars and barking dogs dissolved into the eerie desert
wind.
The next moment I found myself sitting on the back of a camel. Our
long caravan was drifting through a bright yellow space, toward an
invisible horizon, where sand dunes and sky merge. Where we
came from, what we were, and where we went, nobody could tell.
No-one spoke a word. We were in a dreamlike state.
Suddenly, one of the camels started to sing and soon the whole
caravan was humming along. With a sudden jerk, the western part
of my brain hurled me back into the tea house. The beautiful song I
had just heard slowly faded away.
I took another sip of tea and when I looked up, I saw a mountain
range flashing by. I was on the bullet train to Dushanbe. Next to me
was a girl with eyebrows curved like the crescent moon, and a little
birth mark on her cheek. Her sensuous eyes radiated love and she
smiled mysteriously while listening to her turquoise iPod. On the
small display I saw the secret of her joy: she was listening to
OMFO.
Just as I was about to say something to her, the train stopped in the
middle of nowhere. When I got off the train, I saw a long carpet that
leads me to a richly decorated yurt. It was as though I was
expected there. A group of nomads dressed in colorful chapans
offered me a bowl of fresh kumis. Their vintage Russian world
receiver played some mellow Pamiri Dub, and a few electronic
arabesques, until it broke down. The horse milk had made me very
tipsy and just like a djinn, I flew straight to the Pamiri Mountains. I
landed in a deserted kishlak, where I was welcomed by an almasti.
Soon a whole family of these six feet tall bigfoots joined us in some
Neolithic ritual. We were chanting some abracadabra and as we
were circling around a huge tree, going faster and faster, we heard
the sound of thunder. A bolt of lightning struck the tree, and from its
center a Siberian shaman appeared. While beating his drum he
invoked the spirits of my innumerable ancestors. In a split second I
realized that I was able to go wherever I wanted to, at the speed of
my wish. The drumming transformed into countless songs and
melodies that spread through my vast brain like a blazing fire -
Music! Incredible music filled the whole universe! Omnipresence!
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