With calm, but intense harmonies, Seahorses carefully creates worlds of wind and expansive galaxies of comfort to surrender the listener into a sonorous miracle that revolves around the ecstasy of rapture, and the redemption of serenity. Adorned by intelligent melodies surrounded by the grace of a virtuosity that seeks to aggrandize the boundaries of its implicit definitions, Seahorses, on this album, engraves the precise sonorous equivalence of an everlasting solitary sunset, seen in a splendid horizon of perception.
Original, fascinating and overwhelmingly fantastic, the world doesn't belong to us, it belongs to someone yet to come has graceful and unimaginable qualities; sustaining a melancholic veracity that seeks to achieve the ascendant principles of its gregarious and consistent truths, this album is a sensational masterpiece, that pullulates throughout the planetary devices of its authenticity the extraordinary sonorous procession that clearly has consolidated through the path of its ambitions the marvelous artistry of a technical integrity that obviously demanded the impeccable work we can testify as the final result – which is no other than magnificent.
A fantastic work, that will be widely appreciated by an audience that loves ambient music with an indie rock flavor, the world doesn't belong to us, it belongs to someone yet to come is a lucid, compelling, virtuous, profound, energetic and highly original art piece; a reminder that the true artist never sleeps, and has a thousand colorful, restless and translucent different universes floating inside of him. But to translate this into music is a task for the restless and impeccably talented!