The holy chanting woven into the warm ambient of Kali Mantras is omnivorously reverent and could just as well emanate from Africa, Canterbury or Jerusalem.
An especially intoxicating collection of long, Eastern influenced ambient, liable to make a holy man out of any skeptic. Though named for the Hindu goddess of time and change, the holy chanting woven into the warm ambient of Kali Mantras is omnivorously reverent and could just as well emanate from Africa, Canterbury or Jerusalem. Omenya’s stately-paced “Where the Temple Stands” with its Buddhist chants drifting in on curling blue smoke is intoxicating. “An Holy Hex” is night along the Ganges going from introvert to extrovert, breaking into dance, though it could be the Nile or or even the St. Lawrence, so universal is its all-but-wordless, benevolent message. As it draws near the end, an electronic downshift sends the mind into somersaults.
True golden hour music, and never more radiant than on the near half-hour of “Drawing Down,” breathing slowly in and out, like the tzimtzum of the Kabbalists, God making room for his creation. Dubbing a self-help meditation record, “Our Shadows Pass” is constitutive of slipping away; the body moves as it feels, and feels itself moving, beyond the individual, aware of the imminent multiplicity of possibility. Sapphire darkness descends gravely but gracefully with “Black (A Subliminal Hymn).” Handmade in India, all that’s missing is the incense, and I don’t mean that facetiously. Music of intent and mindfulness.
Kali Mantras is available on Soleilmoon.
