The name on the passport is probably the only clue remained to identify Elena Colombi as Italian. Through the course of one of her sets, any possible reference point goes lost anytime soon: it is happening here, now, as well as it could easily be the day after tomorrow on Pluto, same difference. The psychic excursions uploaded on her Soundcloud page document a series of slow yet feral rhythms, the ruthlessness of the sniper, a zone of the mind very close to primordial landscapes depicted by the first incarnation of The Orb, but translated into an undetermined nowadays, outside of every possible geographical coordinate: the sound becomes rarefied, time and space expand, pulsations slow down in a strange, uncatchable chillout zone of the soul. For now, she’s still a very well kept secret; guaranteed, things will change.