Неймовіра - Споконвічна
What do the rooms we inhabit look like in our thoughts, imagination and dreams? And what skin do they have?
Turn to Vlad Yakovlev and you will have the answers, because he really is the unleashing of madness: what the Ukrainian artist achieves is borderline absurd! He clears mental paths and distributes them in the instruments, because, as an excellent multi-instrumentalist, he knows how to tune the poetry of places to these contraptions, which in his hands become gusts of wind with the brake, to give a taste of maturity with a growth of slowness.
This is an instrumental album, a swollen diary of sonic experiments within a Neo Folk watered with saliva and sweat, a walk among the clods of earth of his country, gathering and taking in all the essentials that express the ensemble of cohabiting souls.
Listen to these four songs and you see the faces, poor but dignified, of inhabitants on a pilgrimage within themselves and access the paths that do not have the limelight (where most human beings live) to get in touch with nature, in oriental dances with the destiny of those who find consolation with these songs.
Foolish is life if it does not know the tale: Vlad takes on this responsibility and does so, he explains with his unhesitating musical literature, with these ballads that have the smell of a Renaissance still present in the code of territorial secrets handed down from generation to generation. A sublime and incorruptible messenger: let us embrace these writings of his and shoot into this atrocious beauty...
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