My review
RosGos - Circles
Surprises are increasingly determined to be negative, boring, strenuous, heavy.
In this spasmodic traffic of facts, events, growing tragedies, the positive ones are rare, like the areas of the world that are free of various contaminations.
My gaze now becomes musical and enters the work of an Italian artist, a tireless worker with a tense soul, capable of giving surprise the face of relief.
An album that knows how to be acute in its tension, breaths that become polyhedral anxiety, contagious of dark clouds seeking the sun. Love is the key word of this sea vessel: taken to the bottom of the world to look at the universe, you observe it in its power and overbearingness, making it a bundle of bitter drops, but able to give labyrinths of cups of joy in which to lose yourself.
RosGos come like a set of bubbles in the pot of the heart, between Postpunk flames and a light Darkwave affiliated to a Synthwave of great class, with songs calibrated to focus on the events of human feeling. He purifies and enchants, shakes and makes us dance with our heads towards the sepia black.
The madness of the world descends on his voice, in the vain attempt of an impossible escape, and the Lombardian artist (Crema) makes it capable of shaking fear and turning it into a consoling breath.
Guitars with a stone mantle make a pact of faith with keyboards and bass: there is a chasm to be filled and everything goes in the direction of fulfilment.
There is courage, an acute, almost romantic lightness, a veil to protect the fragility of the air and the predisposition to transport time in an atmosphere of pleasant confusion mixed with tension.
We can note a great predisposition for balancing the volumes of ideas, keeping all the instruments perfectly in line.
Sadness has the light of a candle suspended above the ice.
When it seems that everything is represented with a certain sense of detachment, here are the surprises I mentioned earlier: RosGos shakes us, makes our convictions meaningless and displaces them.
The musical directions of these nine compositions are different, like the need to find strength and comfort in a range that gives a sense of fullness.
There is nothing Italian about it and on this occasion I would say that this works in its favour: lyrics, the singing in perfect English, the music that swims between Germany and England in a dance complete with innumerable reasons for pride that gives Europe a wonderful adopted son.
His tendency is to offer harmonies and melodies, as if drops of water were still possibilist regarding a not entirely stained white. A long poem made up of images, encounters, with the talent of a project that makes us swimmers of dreams...
Song by Song
Limbo
A short and heavy breath leans on an expanding electronic velvet, while the voice seems to need to calm the looks: the first track shows a harmonic escalation that becomes sumptuous, powerful and plays with various ups and downs to be, in the refrain, a modern and vigorous Far West saloon. When The Alan Parson Project were able to displace: Maurizio's song would have been perfect to create a stellar union.
Lust
A change of scenery for a track that compacts Postpunk with a digital feeling: soft-skinned clods of glass act as a buffer for an aesthetic sense of masked pop, revealing an attention towards the balance of instruments that like an oil stain envelop the breath of our listening. A refrain reminds us of Radiohead's evolution, that decadent propensity which is able to seduce even the brightest smile.
Gluttony
Sophia and Jeff Buckley, of the second album he failed to complete during his lifetime, are the elements that light up the skin of a song that like a melancholic ball finds a rhythm and elements to create a pleasant tension. Then everything stops to start again like a spaceship in search of new planets. Great skill in not creating a probable explosion is what gives the track a powerful defence against the banal.
Greed
If The Top by The Cure had not existed, this would have been a perfect opening song for the album following Pornography, at least in the first few lines, as if Charlotte Sometimes had been lightened up. Then vocals, enthralling and melancholic, give Lombardo the opportunity to stay in a musical zone of the early 90s, almost seismic terrain which is perfect for melodies with a firm hand.
Wrath
RosGos here narrows the field of action, holding the reins tight of this cosmic vessel with the scent of wet sand: the dramatic force becomes evident, suspensions and grey flights shake us for precision, with an arrangement that turns to be an attitude of richness, amongst the notes that seem to peer into the intimacy of a flight.
Heresy
An unsettling track, on the one hand a guitar section that recalls Pictures of You by the Cure and vocals that Tom Verlaine would be proud of. The chorus maintains the feeling of many obvious musical references and this is perhaps what causes some difficulty, because it is the only one in the album that doesn't show Maurizio's great ability to distance himself from comparisons, since there are so many of them. But in the end it reveals his skill in keeping us suspended in a dream and it is still a great gift.
Violence
When beauty dazzles and makes us obedient and happy slaves, destroying all possible logic.
A sublime, corrosive, subliminal song, a pirate who jumps on board slowly but with great ability to rob our coffers. We range in the sonic crucifix that makes us bend our backs, walls of sound to silence us with stabs of class aimed at giving the composition a pathos that cleanses the soul of radioactive waste. An absolute climax of rare beauty.
A music box with a modern flavour, a synthetic approach on a guitar that comes from Seventeen Seconds, then acquiring rocks on the way and giving the song granite atoms of magnificent extension.
Fraud
A new sinuous gem, in plain sight, with a shiny dress: we enter again the mystic zones of Robin Proper-Sheppard, the master chief of Sophia.
The first 100 seconds are the shot kept at bay before launching the track into the territories of an intimacy that knows light and the propensity to become a continuous flash which tries to battle with darkness. Refined and sensual, it uses a few piano notes to raise spirituality in the dark meadows of the universe: giving the feeling of a rapid and ineluctable fall.
Treachery
The album bids farewell with new age bubbles inside a modern carousel of opaque neon, an intimate propensity to keep the dream alive in angelic eyes. A cradle in the sky rocks with the sensation that here everything closes, with sweetness and bitterness, in a combination that makes us all hold our breath. A semi-acoustic guitar surprises with its warm notes, while keyboards paint notes that seem to take the listener to the end of the sky: a marvellous display of class to conclude an immense work, tons of beauty that have given us an intimate listening experience and at the same time able to shake our now addicted nerves. RosGos is a talent to keep in our heart: pleasantly, inevitably!
