A synthetic landing. I’m lying arm in arm with myself. City of Tomorrow and memory of the Wavestation. MS 20 and a vanished ocean. Waves drifting down, no longer breaking. The quotations are fictitious … horizon … it becomes cheerful. A melody sequence on a sharpened electric piano spirals upwards in ever evolving circles.
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.