Four years back, a cosmic dance led me to the realms of Art Feynman, and I was entwined from the inception. The melodies, peculiar and beguiling, akin to the kaleidoscopic rhythms of the 80s Talking Heads, carried me through a journey of sonic exploration. A tapestry of funky beats and experimental whispers caressed my senses, unveiling a spiritual LSD sensation that echoed through the corridors of my mind.
This latest album, a deviation in its own right, emerges with a freshness that beckons curiosity. Art Feynman, an evergreen source of inspiration, crafts sonic tapestries that transcend the boundaries of the mundane, inviting us to dance in the ethereal gardens of his musical creation.