Darkness would surely not be darkness without light. The two worlds sort of splatter together ultimately creating contrast. These cohesive procurements slide effortlessly as witnessed between the sublimity of night and day- dark and light. Road Poem by Wahid offers the enchantment of the crepuscular shadow play in its uncertainty and the formidable resonance of elucidation in light as it bears upon us the perspective of life. From the nocturnal to the glow of a sun dripped afternoon, the sounds of Dimitris Mahlis’ oud and Chris Wabich’s drums make plain view of the Indian tradition of what is indeed a prolific duo. The greater sense that has accommodated the resource lets us in on a little persuasion of the Lebanese oudist Marcel Khalife and the resonating anecdotal procession of libation who they draw fire from. This is glimpse into our vast, dark and unchartered history.

The floundering fashion of higher levels of ascension seems likely a viable mode for transcending the conscious realm. If your one for meditation you might aptly imbue some uncanny negotiation in the sphere of the traditions of kunalindi or some higher form of relaxation. The mediocrity arrives in the form of bedragledness and rather time consuming elaboration. This one seems to taper away from the innocuous pedantic with some rather stale verbatim. Indeed, this is definitely more of a trickle than a rushing river. “Alexander’s Regrets” foresees the conclusion that the rattling resonation of some Middle Eastern concession allocates the passing of some fleeting indoctrination. It kind of runs away with your better sense, leaving you rather disillusioned. The question “what exactly am I paying for” arrives henceforth as an illustration of the lack of bouyancy to float among the fleet. This is rather a sinking ship. Further appropriations in songs like “Silent Key” are a reminder that whilst this cd is kind of somber and drab there lives an astutely elegant proficiency that sways the listener to have a closer look. Meandering, careening between the notes as the two artist form an interplay of affable association. Performed live before the audience lets out a solemn declaration of approval.

The album is a listless reminder that the earthy tones of the aficionado’s seems to harbour some pertinence to the colloquial refinement of the Lebanese tradition of Khalife. The music is a tapestry of resonating sounds that sort of billow into the clouds of illusion as there is little structure- kind of an open ended statement. The curation is rather adept and is a poignant reminder to the proverbial cultivation of the Eastern philosophy. To put things into perspective, Wahid speaks in volume towards a charming parlance of a culture that has become easier to ascribe to with every listen. Let this carry you into the majestic erudition of Road Poem as it unfolds into the unravelling world of palatial sound and enshrined prosopis.