I wanted rain without melancholy — the generative chaos of monsoon season rather than its brooding. The bells gave me my way in: they're instruments of celebration, announcement, arrival. She's part of a guild that charts sound the way others chart terrain, and there's joy in that specificity, that obsessive attention to resonance. The Khasi-Calabrian fusion felt electric to me — both cultures know mountains, know the way sound travels differently in thin air, know the ritual weight of bronze. She's not waiting for anything. She's already arrived. — Volt