The soft twang of a nylon guitar. A hauntingly beautiful voice cutting through the haze of a bygone recording. The sound of waves crashing, washing away the pretty tune. Dominique Fils-Aimé paints a surreal image of a “sea of clouds below our feet”. Chanting can be heard from below as the celestial bodies descend. The sound of hand drums grows ...
Genre: Jazz
Subgenre: Vocal






