Why must mysticism be considered such a solitary practice - a spiritual union gained only through a single person's transcendence? Why can't mysticism happen en masse - some big, pop-mysticism? Only with music has humankind been able to achieve this sort of communion. From the festival to the club to the drum circle, it's the only place where a modern person can shed the human skin - all our worries, differences and debts give in to the beat, to the moment. It's almost as if the music of Los Angeles' Amo Amo's sole intent is to GET US THERE. Their instantly gratifying, euphoric compositions seem laser-focused on bringing a mess of humans into a space and getting them to move together like a single, pulsating organism.
Amo Amo formed in June 2017 when a group of dear friends - vocalists Omar Velasco and Love Femme, along with Justin Flint, Shane McKillop and Alex Siegel - got together for an impromptu session in Los Angeles with Jim James (My Morning Jacket). There had been a premonition that the five of them shared a sort of psychic bond that would lead to a revelation in sound. James proved the right ferryman to take them across the creative river to where the revelatory, mystic moment awaited.
