My Review: Sun's Spectrum - The Silence After The Fall

Sun's Spectrum - The Silence After All


Imagine the sky, full of pains, tensions, bitterness, spasms, discontent, enter inside a disco, visit the mad dance inclination of disheveled souls, perfectly gathered by ten songs, and witness a delightful delirium, in which everything is shown compact, oxygenated, inclined to suspend time. The creators of this musical spasm are two nocturnal creatures from Udine, Italy, supported magnificently by the indefatigable Cold Transmission Music, who elevate the cultural aspect of dance, not just the physical. These are well-structured thunderstorms, lapilli of light that educate thought even before the bodily boundary, teaching the senses dilation. One witnesses a spectacle of threads, governed by the electric gait, within musical genres that acclaim listening as they are aware that they can generate amazement and inexhaustible energy. 

An avalanche of multiple crossovers near effervescent slopes affixed to keyboards and computers unleash the desire to float on the smooth track of a night meant to embrace this lineup, a duo devoted to the study of the history of what is mistakenly called synthetic music: they disrupt the plane of conviction and, as a new liturgy, strike the blow to demonstrate how much humanity resides in these ten tracks. Brave, extreme, dark on the surface but clear in the head, they write an album that must find residence in the mental apartment of human beings eager for knowledge, ready to measure the limit of dance and thought, mixed with skill and extreme precision. Electroclash hyacinths are vehemently structured into ebm flows, which in turn take the hand of the most cultured virtue to deposit pseudo-violent dives into intelligent synth pop. A tide of interpenetrating looks immobilize the fears well represented in the grooves of this work to reach ecstasy. The industrial breath does not escape: it is seduced and inserted into the powerful and high dreamlike beats, neighbours of trained nightmares. It is easy to sense how the fun for Livio Caenazzo and Daniele Iannacone is to be able to experiment with daring formulas, while also employing the comfort of highly simple plots and thus approached by the difficulty of inserting fruitful forays that verge on the metaphysical. Alienating, neurotic, wheezing, this album is a specter in the mirror, under that sky mentioned earlier. It travels starting from a German base, with Belgian and Yugoslavian fantasy, to finally glide into northern Italy: a small globe capable, however, of being generous and astounding, to lead the vault of heaven to dream of permanence in the dance hall. The singing follows the directions of the various musical genres on which it navigates with elasticity, strength and conviction. The guitars have a darkwave outfit, they are almost perfectly hidden, but when they are most noticeable they seem to rave spectacularly, having on the other side a programming and synth base that makes the amalgam flow. 

In this full-bodied unleashed mantle the slow Epic gives a different and moving emotion, spectacular because its slowness is a stage on which to catch one's breath with the kiss of sympathetic tears. The celestially enchanting aspect concerns the fact that the band is perfectly integrated into the gloomy but full of life world of their new record label, giving Cold Transmission Music a chance to further shake up the whole dance movement, with sweat, frothing at the mouth and tension drawing a mephistophelean expression in the listener. The three singles that preceded the release (God Is a Machine, Paint is Just a Noise, and All I Want) have lavishly created curiosity and desire, which, with great skill, have been confirmed by the other seven, for a result that makes this album a favourite for Old Scribe to dance to this 2023!

Album out on 17th November 2023

Alex Dematteis

Musicshockworld

Salford

15th November 2023 2023

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