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ravelsberg.

ravelsberg.

we are giving birth to electronic beings, born into films that don’t exist.
Bonn/Sinzig, Germany
About ravelsberg.

ravelsberg. since 2019.

We are giving birth to Electronic Audio Beings, born into films that don’t exist. Cinematic imaginary with no need for words. The song is the film. Your thoughts are the screen.

Electronic Audio Beings soar from pure bliss, then dive deep into blurry drones and dark melancholy. Sometimes, vice versa. Eerily floating melodies, beautifully cranking electronic machine noises, and sparkling sequences.

Velvet spheres evolve, weaving lines of notes – drawing hints, and splashing layers of sound sceneries. Lose yourselves to the moment. Watch elements grow up to organic shapes. Drawing you in, to find yourself paralysed and stuck as visuals creep into your thoughts. Images of stories, reflecting haunted scenes from your mind.

Embracing, pushing you into vague impressions of darkness, hope, and passion.

This is ravelsberg.

ravelsberg. took shape when something that had been thought lost for decades broke through the surface, where it had been growing and brewing in silence beneath.

There is no room for any shade of discrimination, or violence. Having spent half a lifetime in statelessness, we know we all are one, yet individual. Borders are void.

Take a glass of your favourite red wine, join your loved ones, and daydream. Move along to our Electronic Audio Beings. Dive into emospheres. We are glad you are here with us.

ravelsberg. is rooted in an eclectic ground of influences. We melt upon listening to the chamber acoustics of Daniel Lanois and Brian Eno, and we stand in awe of the cathedral spheres of Harold Budd, John Foxx, and Michael Brook. Just to burst into the warm waves of St. Vincent, or The Human League… drawn into a doomed universe of real-world rust by Reznor, Numan, and Martin Atkins’ Pigface. A cozy place, cuddling with the Sisters and The Mission, until a fresh surgical breeze of Iron Maiden’s finest British metal and Judas Priest’s Hellion rips open your eyes. Awake and aware, prepared for that sultry and bitter social poetry by the Manics and Amanda Palmer – and it just takes a dip into the poetry of David Sylvian and Kate Bush’s The Ninth Wave to open the gate of tears.

Will-less. Crushed by emotions. Overwhelmed by love.