Skully’s music provokes ones senses.
Cunningly placed ‘subsonic’1 bass notes are felt before they are heard.
The realistic musical effects of the steady rhythm of the Toulouse 3:30 am Goods Train soothed my anxious nerves as the placid strings helped form joyful images of a sunny, lush green French countryside. This lead to my first experience with the gut vibrating sensation of ‘subsonics’1 that came from the series of four bass notes that emphasize the downbeat in the clickity-clack of the wheels from the Goods Train rolling across the steel rails in “Gare de Montrabe” from Skully’s “Without A Voice” (WOAV) album.

On the desolate drive along Route 140 to New Bedford Massachusetts while listening to “Sadness” from Métisse’s “My Fault” album, I felt a pulsation in my chest like a Mack semi-truck passing or multiple ruts in the pavement. Realizing it was neither, thus adjusting the volume, revealed a subtle crescendo of ‘subsonic’ strings at 1:25 to 1:30 in this beautiful Skully creation.

Like the enigmatic sensation in my chest, the first time I fell in love with Stephen4 at age 7, I could feel the thump of my heart in the two ‘subsonic’1 bass notes that follow the series of five audible bass notes repeated in “I Love You”, from Métisse’s “Nomah’s Land” album.
Skully’s QXD Technology2 engages you into living and feeling the whole story of the piece.
He has masterfully developed and incorporated the QXD Technology2 where the placement of each sound is key to the genius of his musical compositions. Although a bit of music by itself may arouse a specific emotion, skilfully mixed together, Skully’s concerto creates an eventful environment for the listener. His multi-dimensional “soundscapes” 3 are purposely intended to stimulate emotions in the listener. One not only hears but literally feels the music of Skully’s compositions creating a complete penetrating experience. Each composition transports the listener through an interactive and affecting event formulated by the listener’s own imagination.

As I listened for the first time to “Journey to Oasis” from Métisse’s “Nomah’s Land” album, the tubular and panting sounds of inhaling and exhaling lulled me into a false sense of control over my breathing. The moaning strings combined with the strained clacks and deep drum beats set the pace for my footsteps along the arduous journey across the hot dry dunes of Sandy Neck, Cape Cod. At the uplifting melody of the sitar and Aïda’s joyful chants, when I realized I had stopped breathing because the tubular and panting special effects had paused; I had to GASP and remind myself to BREATH! The bubbly, clicking and sizzling electronic music felt like warm droplets of soft rain refreshing my face as I became encouraged at the realization of my journey’s end.

The mournful strings and anxious symbols in “Life” from Métisse’s “Nomah’s Land” album thrust me into the emphasis of the agonizing event. The short almost indistinguishable hums, chants and moans carefully threaded into the mix of sombre strings and piano brought back the very real sharp pain of heartbreak in my heart and chest. As the strings elevated and the Steinway piano became more emphatic, I found myself smack at the receiving end of these AT&T telephone messages. My heart became hard and cold from the sharp pain of the tenacity depicted in the thumping bass and defiant Steinway. Once again, I had to remind myself to BREATH!

Skully’s creations leave you with a sense of rewarded stimulation.
I could taste the smoothness of the yummy Semi-sweet Chocolate Fudge and feel the delight in my tummy as my spirit joined the small child skipping and dancing around his living room to the happy chorus of the Hammond organ in “The Seaport Fudge Factory” [in San Diego CA] from Skully’s WOAV album. I laughed as the image of the giggling musician at his keybo

I recently purchased/downloaded "Without A Voice" album by Skully. The track, "It Rained That Morning" is absolutely mesmerizing! Thanks Skully! Keep up the great work!

The echo effect in that track reminds me of my new 1965 Plymouth Valiant in which I asked my Dad to install a "reverberater" (attached to the radio). ( This was before we had stereo!)

He grumbled as he did the job. However, after he heard it perform, he liked it so much, he kept asking me to swap cars for the day so he could listen to classical music during his one-hour commute to & from work [in NO traffic].

That was when the local gasoline stations would have price wars and we could get gas for 19¢ [cents/pennies!] per gallon!