ORPH is a corpus of three soulful minstrels, equipped with a fuscous kaleidoscope, a glass darkly, of warmhearted serenity. Sounds and words of port-magic, drunkard-aesthetics, ragged glamour and rainy wayward pothole-scrabble, send wandering thoughts on a journey along the subtle lines of fine-wired sound- lithographies. Leaving autumn leaves on their poetic journey ,they thread, with numbing caress, the fine line of crash-quiet honky-tonk "HeartCore" towards another reality.
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ORPH is a corpus of three soulful minstrels, equipped with a fuscous kaleidoscope, a glass darkly, of warmhearted serenity. Sounds and words of port-magic, drunkard-aesthetics, ragged glamour and rainy wayward pothole-scrabble, send wandering thoughts on a journey along the subtle lines of fine-wired sound- lithographies. Leaving autumn leaves on their poetic journey ,they thread, with numbing caress, the fine line of crash-quiet honky-tonk "HeartCore" towards another reality. With the well-versed and well-tempered use of the folk-worthy asthmatic worm, ORPH longs and yearns between the muddy watered surf of chant, stringed instruments, drums and a bit of electronic devil's brew. Riddled worlds of yesterdays as a dazzling now for a miraculous believe in the future.
