Atmospheric reliance, dazzle with a pinch of the cosmos, and of the inner most secrets we might come to insulate. With vigor and ardor, Konchord’s ‘Oenothera’ impinges upon our cortex of desires, with vexing techno insinuations and brooding artistic interpretations.
In love. In hate. The middle of it all.
Synth and uplifting gray, drizzle your anticipation with bassline relevance and diligence.
‘Oenothera’ writhes in harbored essence.
In melodic effervescence.