In the rush of everyday life its easy to forget sometimes that we human beings just weren't designed to move at full speed all the time. Sometimes we have to take a minute to slow things down and I know just a place to do that too. Welcome to My Drift once again and this is Kiss Kiss Kiss...





It takes a remarkably incredible sound to impact a person's life. Kiss Kiss Kiss by Ananda project surely injected life with my used to be dwindling colorless existence when I first heard of it.

This was a track that haunted me with its exquisite assemblage of house, jazz, soul, and tribal, its organic melody staying with me until I fed myself more of this track.

Ananda Project is the type of music that makes a bad stereo system sound good, the type in which people stop to ask you what's playing, it's house music for those who claim no interest in the genre, it's music that makes you dream.


Their music also puts forth an engrossing production of thoughtful and sparkling aspects of electronic, house, tribal, jazz, and soul. Meticulously planned clarity that paints a calming and euphoric landscape in your mind, it'll bring you to nature when you're stuck within industrial walls, it'll bring you to peace in times of pressure, it'll soothe you into music-listening oblivion. "It's like comfort, it's like love it's on an island, it's that explosive thing that gets you" (Kiss kiss kiss).

Here's their legendary track called Cascades of Colour.



Every time I listen to their tracks, it puts time in slow motion. It's like an underwater immersion of languid sound, reminding us why emotional connection to music is what reaches our souls via our ears.

I leave you all with the lyrics of Cascades of Colour. Chillout everyone, it's been a really emotional week for me so far.


Cascades of Colour


and at sunrise
and at sunset
but when night falls
but the music

and at sunrise
and at sunset
but when night falls
but the music

cascades of colour
slip right through your hands
your castle's in the clouds
turn back into sand
you'll find your swept away with no helping hand
the music is your beacon back to dry land

and at sunrise
and at sunset
but when night falls
but the music

cascades of colour
slip right through your hands
your castle's in the clouds
turn back into sand
you'll find your swept away with no helping hand
the music is your beacon back to dry land

oh the music
now this is why I sing
oh the music...
my sunrise...
and this is why we sing
bring it back on home