Splin­ter me out the jewel of a juicy black lime, lime, lime… (as it echoes off) this erup­tion came–brought us run­ning, red-footed, across a molten earth, which bloomed in motion. We could see the preg­nant future and drank to our loos­en­ing legs. We could youtheneyes our impulses and telekinized the seedling smokes hov­er­ing above our homes. We could archi­tect mon­u­ments to melt back into their molten begin­nings. After all, we vibrated a cir­cle which revealed itself.

A new year swelled the Uko­rian ranks to eleven peo­ple per­form­ing with more than forty instru­ments (hand­crafted, tra­di­tional, and mod­ern). Obsid­ian Smoke Rings is offi­cially our third album (tech­ni­cally our fourth). We labored and loved pas­sion­ately in trans­gress­ing man­i­fold musi­cal direc­tions, for which we pre­vi­ously only caught glimpses. Please lis­ten to the music and share it. We hope it will excite you as much as it does us.

the sounds of the Obsid­ian Smoke Rings album.

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