Description
From his time with Wighnomy Brothers to the present, Robag Wruhme continues to pursue meticulous sound design as an outlier in the techno world. These are artistic dance tracks that blend the melancholic melodies of Nordic jazz masters with the fervor of the dance floor.
A core figure at DJ Koze's Pampa, Robag Wruhme is known for his unique method of assembling minute fragments of sound. This release brings together the deep narrative of an album and the functionality of club music on a single disc.
On "Nata Alma," he builds a grand eight-minute-and-forty-second narrative using Sidsel Endresen's earnest vocals and Bugge Wesseltoft's drifting melodies. A soundscape evoking solitude and nostalgia expands endlessly alongside subtle rhythmic fluctuations. In contrast, the beat-focused club version explodes with dry funkiness. A wooden kick and tightly cut vocal snippets generate an unrelenting groove. The B-side, "Venq Tolep," is imbued with the openness of a breeze blowing through early summer grasslands. Percussive embellishments and electric piano stabs simultaneously deliver a sense of bliss and a hint of melancholy. This is highly refined electronic music where meticulous aesthetics and dynamism intersect.
A1 Nata Alma (Club Smash Hit Version) 8:40
B1 Venq Tolep (Hit Club Version) 6:24
Robag Wruhme, working on the material. On the very same piece. And performing two different movements. First, thinking in category Album: who will hear it where? also: mood, position, length. Second, thinking in category Maxisingle: a spinning-tool for the club – another form of another functionality: accelerating the rhythm, lowering the harmonicmelodious, still preserving the nature of the song. And each version should make you HOT for the other!
Nata Alma, a voice loses itself in the infinite, a car brakes, a horse whinnies, the sun scorches relentless. Further, further on, towards the flickering, stoically. Water, flames on the horizon, Fata Morgana, a mirage. »And you might say, we've got no place to go?« - okay? no notokay at all!: Shuffle!
Nata Alma, melancholic Eight-minute-forty. A love song, a wave good-bye: »And you might say, that you need me no more?« sings Sidsel Endresen alongside Bugge Wesseltoft's swells and ebb-aways – metal never sounded so longing; a buzzing swing, a siren call from afar.
Robag Wruhme takes a seat at the organ and plays minor bass notes. He gets up, leaves the room and lays down a dry rock of funk: wooden kick on wooden snare, tight-cut voices, driving hi-hats and shakers, gated synth danglers and percussion loops. Relentless, stoically. »And you might say, that it's over?« – relentless, maybe, but that's how he creates the Further: keep going! dance it off! a new day rising!
And right here. Flip it and keep on moving: Venq Tolep. A summer meadow, grass-stains, a gentle breeze, an early smell of hay. Venq Tolep. Endorphins tickle under the skin. A
percussive spectacle, dance of the insects. Hopping around in flat shoes, the beat is phat and reverberated by a cluster of trees. Stabs on the e-piano set in, picturing the euphoric moment when Loving-feelings walk hand-in-hand with a Hint of Melancholy.
Robag Wruhme, Nata Alma and Venq Tolep - music for dance floors, inside and outside, music for the summer, day and night, and for convertibles on the way there.
