There's no need for further elaboration, since we all know the makings of our existence in this world as it stands. Does such a world understand its own trauma? And does it need another band, to do what exactly? Why…
Read moreECSTATIC POETRY begins this musical journey and inspires each song, which rises like the day’s new sunlight inside the throat, inside the body’s restless walls and heart. In a pantheistic world of beliefs, the divine resides in everything that is natural to us; Hapticwound admits that the divine has summoned a resistant breath from an age of cruelty and turned this breath into a glorious rhythm, into songs that express empathy and understanding to rebuild trust, repair what’s badly broken.
BIRDSONG & WATER
Hapticwound
This song explores the boundaries of love, the self, relationships we keep with one another and the larger world, as well as one's patriotic fervor, the things that love makes us do when we are moved with such passions for better or worse.
HAPTICWOUND has risen unexpectedly but quickly in 2025-26 as a result of the daily assault of injustices by consciously uncaring forces, where their haptic actions in recent years have destabilized our world and thrown it into chaos. This has instilled a liberation-driven persona in the independent artist with a voice that's guided by anti-colonial sensibilities. The body is desperate for peace and calm, and I feel this need in others around me constantly. Here then is a journey towards a new freedom of trust and inclusion, through the ecstatic prism of poems as songs. It's a potent form of expression that we hope can help bring us together.
A SHORT-SCALE FRETLESS GOURD BANJO appears from desert sand, made by a young emerging craftsman in California to become the band’s central instrument in the Midwest, as a vessel of creation and memory shaped from imagination, from skill and care. A patient listening for sounds that hollow out the destiny of a distinct voice and expression. This unique experience is the opening of a soul’s secret, its story from ancient lands and auras, held for too long in the undergrowth of its drawn-out journey through time. Nylgut strings and fingers lifting, claw-hammering, all hum like veins, finding a new pulse and prerogative for such an unstable moment that is the “now.” This precious, sacred instrument knows the body’s renewed fire, its tragic history of human bondage, and it too carries an affinity for belonging in these difficult times. Its hybridity prevails with love’s constellations and an insistent rain of freedom's resonance.