My Review: Slowdive - No Longer Making Time

 My Review:

Slowdive - No Longer Making Time

Desires and expectations: a combination that can show flights that are like thorns among the waves of the sky, like a caress to a sudden view which  makes the breath the best gift.

Joy and pain can enter between those two elements like variables with an imprecise smile.

A trembling laceration appears and like blotting paper cleans and avoids the useless: there are songs with infinite functions which release the essential amongst the notes, the home of conscious talent with a sense of right. Let it then be time to bring into the lanes of awareness the infinite poetry of thin-skinned impulses, wandering in the midst of essential creative forces: before them we enter the oneiric dimension that snatches a story away from a marked destiny to suspend it among guitars able to easily enchant. We find ourselves in front of the dance of a black cell which can only be made immobile by voices that, seducing this microcosm, give it a bottle of champagne in the middle of the night.

Rachel and Neil use a mottled singing, son of a magnetic digression through mantra guitars with the gift of a soft and repetitive wake.

Slowdive converse with Cathy and her boyfriend, in the fable of memory like a blue-eyed swing that in its oscillation brings beauty closer and further away.

We end up with a song that provokes a fainting spell, resulting in a suspension of consciousness, and it is in this element that the English band show us that they are absolute champions.

The sensations that derive from this listening reveal the identity of locusts that, coming out of the stomach, justify a radiant dream and our mouths, frozen ecstasies without fear, can breathe poetry. A musical composition as a maze, the sequence of sounds generating the poetic song of suspended lips in the journey with a golden beat. 

A lullaby that makes the night the reservoir of whispers among the harmonious expressions of the two, while in the humid air notes with a fascinating tremor echo as they ascend without anchor.

We go up to find infinity: to do all this it takes five minutes and forty-eight seconds, the time needed to feel the lightness as a real and generous part of the infinite human possibilities.

We can't run away from the moonbeams when Slowdive are bringing them to us: the gods would consider it a crime and would punish us...

Alex Dematteis

Musicshockworld

Salford

May 10 2022

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