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"Omebi’s "Might a Machine Have a Soul" is a Japanic cruise through a kindergarten for efficient schoolgirl robots. "Listen to their heartbeats" if you need the answer to the question posed."-impose magazine

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"Omebi Velouria makes music with its own built-in history.  It is the history of man. The history of modern technology.  Far from sounding dated, the music she creates combines a passion for the past with a tilted vision of what the modernism promises to deliver."-mishka bloglin

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"Hypnosis, is what Omebi’s music can cause/cost you, a musical mantra penetrating and pertaining whichever state you might think you’re at, not spiritually  speaking though,  embedding the industrial into the psychedelic, or the other way around, resulting in a very mood altering music, that can be almost consumed  as/instead of drugs."-COCO’S OCD

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"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

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"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."-ink 19

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"Delicate synth lullabies that would sound more at home on the surface of Pluto with a glass of crystal infused non-reality wine. Heavy echoe laced ponderings on cold other dimensions wrapped up in warm minimalist sonics."

"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."-owlbeemoth