Courtyard by Rasham

In his small old neighbourhood paranoia, boredom and frustration pour through the alleyways looking for a place to rest, like a river trying to reach the sea.

One might get lost between drunken brawls, construction pandemonium, buzzing insects, schizophrenic meltdowns and child’s play, yet somehow you’ll always find yourself back in the same spot: the courtyard, where he lives.

Rasham’s sophomore album encapsulates this hectic microcosm of his surroundings through machine room rhythms, klinky guitar licks , found recordings and a rusty corroded voice of a street player who’s seen too much.

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