You’re not really supposed to know, I think.
Certainly, it’ll give you something to think about as you get lost in the sweatily nightmarish, vibed-out, worn-tape stutterings of Elise, a song that seems to compile itself as it progresses from jabbering beginnings to luxurious endings.
Some songs feel beamed-in from a parallel universe, albeit one that only seems a few degrees away from the one we inhabit.
Elise is one of these songs, rumbling, spacious; shades of grey where time slows to a syrupy pace.
Elastic, deep and dark, Wamoo Papez keeps his cards so close to his chest they practically hug his heart. Great.