Polyglots of the soul, poetasters of silence (architects of rhythm), crackers of treasure chests, sculptors of peace. Otherworldists avant la lettre, Cassol (Carnatic Seresian, clockmaker of Hubris), Hatzi (celestial mason and wild horse), Galland (polyrhyhtmic octopus and dealer in smiles) continue on a relentless quest which keeps reminding us that there is no such thing as music and that it is life itself that sings, bellows, murmurs, cries, overflows.
As of today, the Aka cathedral sports a new and luxurious gallery : the geometry of the improbable has become a double triad. Three musketeers, three guitarists. And not just any guitarists. Elementary? Indian Prasanna’s air currents, Belgian Van Dormael’s water currents, and American Gilmore’s m’basic, telluric currents. They and the others definitively consume us in Aka’s flames, that still burn like they did on the first day of hypostasis - 1992, bio-clinic of the Kaai : Aka Moon, three-headed butterfly, son of Nasa Na and of one imperative : Fabrizio, Michel and Stéphane have embraced the socio-anarchic pygmy structure. “Anarchia non vuole dire bombe, ma ugualianza nella libertà”.
The only bombs Aka Moon throws are made of - salubrious and vital - skins, brass and volts. The enjoyment and freedom they give us - 10 years on - dope us with soft energy and help us stay on our feet in a world of noise and fuhr-y. Aka Moon concerts on the NHS? (Not just) in your dreams…
(original liner notes by Jean-Pol Schroeder, 2002)