lady omebi...
ice creature...
the sea...
cacti...
princess monoke...
To-Ka-Lu-Lu-Ta (chief red fox)...
the e.t. generation...
coyote...
preying mantis...
tanuki...
weeping willow...
and other vanishing critters...
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"Omebi, formerly of Telepathik Friend, has created a ghostly children’s book all her own. She mesmerizes audiences with her strange sad love songs as a girl who has befriended the spirit animal tricksters. The true mother of it all." -Reax
"Tonight former member Omebi is stepping out on her own, with all new music and the “orchestra’s” name as the only clue to her past. Omebi walked up to the dais and with a microphone in one hand and the other hand on the controls of a four-track recorder, began conjuring forth a whole alternate world of mysterious, fractured, ancient music.
On this particular night (I saw Omebi again the next night and it sounded like a completely different set), she performed a set of new subliminal soundforms. Omebi’s songs are more about the spaces between sounds than verse/chorus/verse zzzzzz-dom. It’s Karen Dalton gulping for air in between words, it’s Robert Johnson’s fingers reaching for the next chord, it’s the very walls of a church absorbing and buzzing with the sounds of Sacred harp singers, it’s Sonic Boom’s amps singing sweetly to one another long after all of the humans have left. This reviewer was somewhat reminded of Charalambides, Loren Mazzacane Connors, Fursaxa, the long forgotten Zeek Sheek and the Slits, but then again, it was nothing like any of them.
Separate songpieces merged into one painterly sticky whole. A hidden mouth beautifully sang words that might not even be words, a hand glides over controls and faders — the rush of twilit, prismatic sound rises and falls. The audience stared in rapt, open-mouthed attention, afraid to break the spell. The last song ended, the creatures disappeared into thin air. I hear tell that Miss Pussycat jumped up and yelled for an encore after they stopped playing." -INK19
"Omebi played her songs about zombie minds and her outer space home in her most minimal fashion yet. No crazy headpieces or theatrics. Just her on piano and vox. The 50 million watt soundsystem made up for this with a certain dark world not yet mapped. Think of embers with UFO music scores discovered in the Arctic."
"Omebi once again introduced a new visual aspect, a giant headpiece that reminded one of the weird dream characters she says she tries to invoke in her performances. Her music has evolved from 4 track sing along to live organ playing and oddly effected vox. A forest queen contacting the aliens?" -owlbee
"Ezrulie Hearts Omebi had already set up their collection of synthesizers and percussion pieces. Along with their heavily delayed vocals, this trio of psychedelia seemed as though they were ready to create an atmosphere, which seems to be a very important aspect of anything Omebi is part of. Their set almost reminds me of a funeral, featuring a score produced by David Lynch. With their ominous tones and dark subject matter, these folks induce a very hypnotic and captivating sound, conducive to the energy in the room."
-jaxscene
took a peek at some of your pics..i enjoyed your art, some of it reminds me of some stuff ive done..lets sing "the oyster and the flying fish" ...have fun
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