David Galas - A Dark Place To Hide
We know David well: Lycia is a band you hold in your heart, immovable and precious.
But here he is the builder of a hypnotic, seductive palace, in a spectacular stage for a play of sensual sadness, manipulated and voluminous, to carry messages and make us taste, in a different way, the quality of his writing. Like a grandfather clock, he stands in the centre of a wall and marks the passing of time with a blanket full of gothic movements, on hardened but slow-moving slabs, with guitars that are frothy and delicate, but also capable of claws that flay the skin with every second. One travels with him in the mental hemisphere of great awareness, with his singing that takes everyday life and makes it blush, vomit, between the alternation of slow and fast tracks, where the rhythm that stands out the most is that of the images that his genial soul establishes that can be seen.
His uvula is a steam train, guiding silence and access, and taking the listener into the mystical zone, into Siamese twins that are the double-faced thoughts. He adopts continuous solutions of rhythm changes, of atmospheres, of musical references, in order to map immensity. The voice is yes baritone, but never heavy: it often seems to be less dramatic than his music, but, as only happens to great artists, he does not position himself on preferences and investigates modalities, ending up varying and, in doing so, astonishment is the first feeling we take possession of. The production, perfect, is the further element that governs this enchanting row of feathers that twirl in the lungs of nascent grey breaths, where crying is a gift and not a problem. An album that, at first nocturnal, ends up making us breathe in the nascent rays of daytime, with those hands that have bewitched us...
