Ovro

Surreal music, subterranian soundscapes. Dormant volcanoes coming to life. Scratches, crackles and human voice put through alchemy of sound. Bass abuse. Church bells conjured out of the sound of breathing. Odd evo/invocative lyrics. Hauntingly disturbing atmospheres, subconscious landscapes. About mid April 2003 Ovro sat down at her computer armed with a couple of basic wave editors, a cheap malfunctioning mic and her voice, and set out to show she couldn't make music.