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Here I Am
Rachel Loshak
A juxtaposition of dark duo-toned bass figures and crystal voiced melodies, hypnotic and beautiful. Backed with tasteful guitar and drums.
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Around The Bend | 3:17 | Play |
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From Another World | 2:24 | Play |
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Here I Am | 2:58 | Play |
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Watching Your Eyes | 3:21 | Play |
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Not Now | 3:33 | Play |
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Comfort Is Cold | 3:35 | Play |
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Trying Not To Be Still | 3:50 | Play |
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Description
There must be magic apples in Suffolk, England. Carried in shiny silver baskets, plucked by fairies who fly quietly from tree to tree in the orchard at night, illuminated only by an audience of fireflies. The fairies stop and hover for a moment as the trees begin to shake. There is a deep rhythmic vibration pulsing through the earth and some are frightened at first. But they soon recognize the voice that is soaring angelically above the trees in hypnotic waves of classical melody. One by one, the fairies rise up and fly to the foot of the dark hill where she is standing and empty the contents of their baskets at the feet of their queen.
This is a Rachel Loshak concert. The juxtaposition of dark, duo-toned bass figures and crystal voiced melody. Hypnotized and faithful audiences stand at attention. Rachel moved to New York City in late 1995 from Suffolk, England and honed her songwriting craft with her unique 'bass and voice' style. Now tastefully centered by the bubbling, swelling, serpentine electric guitar work of Jason Crigler, each performance crackles with originality and sonic sublimity.