Opaque hustle and bustle, simulating an urban atmosphere. Field recordings – city recordings in fact – street traffic noises, sirens. A waiter speaks. Shielded from this in inner seclusion, a lonesome player plays repetitive melodic figures, lost in thought, before the window to the outside world is opened again and everything flows into a moving scenario full of abstraction beyond the clearly definable.
R. Schappert pursues border crossings: “organic digitality”
oscillating between melos, sound and rhythm. A concise tonal
language radiating emotional warmth. He always strives for
organic-sounding varieties. Warm bass lines often lay the foundation, complemented by varied, insistent beats, rounded
off by pointed atmospheric sounds, inviting the listeners to let their mind wander.