Too melodic to qualify as Ambient, too textural for Jazz, too familiar for the Avant-Garde, too contemporary to be considered Classical, too solemn for New Age, and too deliberate to be wholely Spacemusic, Meg Bowles easily exceeds the sum of her influences. Her rich synthesizer tones shift by incremental hues from blue to gray, while sparse percussion samples give motion across darkened lands. Her earthy synth evokes textured emotions somewhere between Copeland's "Dark City" and Isham's "Romeo ...
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Too melodic to qualify as Ambient, too textural for Jazz, too familiar for the Avant-Garde, too contemporary to be considered Classical, too solemn for New Age, and too deliberate to be wholely Spacemusic, Meg Bowles easily exceeds the sum of her influences. Her rich synthesizer tones shift by incremental hues from blue to gray, while sparse percussion samples give motion across darkened lands. Her earthy synth evokes textured emotions somewhere between Copeland's "Dark City" and Isham's "Romeo Is Bleeding." Bowles' music plays out like the chapters of an old diary, each composition building upon the previous one, until, at close, the listener achieves a sense of knowing and understanding the author's experience.
