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“The name is voiced in whispers from Amsterdam to Delhi.
This is the testament of Tousanarelli.”
Urban
Electronica, drawing its influences from the cold nights of the
Sahara.
The somatic daze of pre-Unification Berlin.
Grey afternoons in South India Ashrams.
Walk abouts in Chicago’s Near-North.
Urban
Elctronica, the only way to describe Tousanarelli.
“Born
among the projects, programmed to fail, he looked above the steel
mills and said: ‘I will prevail.’ Left the world of hustling petty
Five&Dime, to reach some secret inner-world by dying a 1000 times.”
Raised
in the flames of tyrannical disorder, the price of the sixties was
often high. Not until you’ve seen National Guardsmen, fully armed,
taking up position in the ruins of a burnt out shop, where just
last week you stole your first Marvel comic, would you understand
what I’m talking about. Many around the world do, some choose to
forget, some refuse to believe.
The sonic monk Tousanarelli.
Many hats have been worn, may tasks have been learned, so that Tousanarelli
could move again in the world which was yours. Working solo, it
has been his choice to remain in the mask of Dimitrios Beneath the
autumn leaves, waiting for the Philistine Prophecy to manifest itself..
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