Artist: Petros Vouris
Title: The Lost Village
Keywords: experimental, ambient, electronic
Label: Dog Park
I have been quite lost these days, wandering around in the lost village dreamed up by the memories of Petros Vouris. If you follow me here, you might become dissolved forever in these lost and found audio paths of this imaginative place too. It is easy to walk in, but not so easy to step out. Think of it as a daydream that doesn’t belong to us, yet is kind enough to open its hidden doors. Be kind and look around, but be respectful as these sounds will watch your every move.
Upon arrival, it is like entering a western ghost town, with nobody inside except us lost listeners and here and there a bit of round flying hay. But the more you sink in these sounds, the more alive the village and everything around it becomes. The walls seem to breathe, the floors seem to glow and the entire air has a certain warmth to it. It’s easy to trick your mind into thinking that this is all a sentimental bundle of thoughts. A certain feeling of lost life that keeps an eye on you from every angle that is felt, all drenched in a shape of kind-hearted love that makes it as if we are in a comfy labyrinth under the guidance of guardian angels. Not particularly our ones, but they do seem to want us not to be harmed.
They come in dreamy shapes or as rough as Cicadas in a summer field. They crawl and float around our ears, between our legs and up our arms. Nothing is scary, but it does come across as an intense shimmery journey. It is not an everyday occurrence to be invited into such a sentimental personal space, taken for a voyage to become one with the mystical memory slots of the mind of this sound artist named Petros Vouris.
In some areas it feels as if we took the wrong alleyway, suddenly floating deeper into the depths of a dark cave, in which cool tear drops fall from the ceiling. The good thing with music experiences of the experimental kind is that you don’t get wet, or are required to bring an umbrella. It is like a labyrinth made out of memories, heavy and light, warm but cool and very personal. Yet, I am here, as a listener, lost, bewildered and interested. I hope to see you there! I will wait for you near the sound of the doomsday bells…
https://dogparkrecords.bandcamp.com/album/the-lost-village
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