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venerdì 28 aprile 2023

La mia Recensione: Millions Of Dead Tourists - Healthy

 Millions Of Dead Tourists - Healthy


Essenziali sensazioni si mettono in viaggio, nel trambusto, nella paura, nella tensione, piantando la bandiera della vittoria all’interno di quattro straordinarie composizioni: saranno ammassate nell’angolo di vibranti emozioni dalla pelle ruvida, tra impianti di elettronica e di una techno sperimentale seducente e piena di bava, in un'atmosfera da incubo tenuto a bada da questa pazzesca formazione greca. Quasi trentatré minuti di esplorazioni continue, con varianti, in una tribù di pensieri presi a calci da parvenze EBM e mutazioni ideologiche, nello stretto suono dell’incubo che fa flettere i panorami dei nostri bisogni. Il cuore si fa balbettante e si è catapultati in un luogo da cui velocemente saremo scaraventati fuori: perché la gioia di questa musica deve morire in fretta. Non ci rimarrà altra scelta che ripetere l’ascolto per cogliere tutte le sfumature di note e immagini  che ci faranno vivere, per ore, il desiderio di essere microchip coscienti…


Alex Dematteis

Musicshockworld

Supino

28 Aprile 2023


https://millionsofdeadtourists.bandcamp.com/album/healthy?from=search&search_item_id=315176716&search_item_type=a&search_match_part=%3F&search_page_id=2569163466&search_page_no=0&search_rank=1&logged_in_menubar=true






My Review: Millions Of Dead Tourists - Healthy

Millions Of Dead Tourists - Healthy


Essential sensations take to the road, in turmoil, in fear, in tension, planting the flag of victory within four extraordinary compositions: they will be crammed into the corner of vibrant, rough-skinned emotions, between implants of electronica and seductive, drool-filled experimental techno, in a nightmarish atmosphere kept at bay by this crazy Greek line-up. Almost thirty-three minutes of continuous explorations, with variations, in a tribe of thoughts kicked up by EBM semblances and ideological mutations, in the narrow sound of the nightmare that flexes the landscapes of our needs. The heart stutters and we are catapulted into a place from which we will quickly be thrown out: because the joy of this music must die quickly. We will have no choice but to listen again and again to catch all the nuances of notes and images that will make us live, for hours, the desire to be conscious microchips...


Alex Dematteis

Musicshockworld

Supino

28th April 2023


https://millionsofdeadtourists.bandcamp.com/album/healthy?from=search&search_item_id=315176716&search_item_type=a&search_match_part=%3F&search_page_id=2569163466&search_page_no=0&search_rank=1&logged_in_menubar=true






martedì 25 aprile 2023

My Review: Goradze - Doctrine Of The Void

 Goradze - Doctrine Of The Void


The old scribe revels in the turmoil of this listen: marvellous corridors full of seemingly uncovered electricity cables open up, for a result that brings hands to ceaseless applause.

Well: Washington is the city of residence of this trio of unquestionably talented humans, gifted with patient research and an aptitude for compacting a torrent of unhealthy but delightful feedback, while the sound is torn and exhausted, led into the prison of this enchanting album. The avant-garde, the most secret minimalism come together in a discourse in which the gothic sphere leaves its mark, without needing all the corollary of the waves of that musical genre, making the whole thing extremely disturbing and therefore interesting. One has the impression of listening to lucid follies that want to destroy old clichés on the one hand, and on the other demonstrate the attempt to stratify knowledge and take it to extremes. They intervene with quality in covering sensations with a mental gully, to make what is stale and useless die. A resounding work that deserves your interest: it is works like these that give confidence!


Alex Dematteis 

Musicshockworld

Supino

25th April 2023


https://gorazde.bandcamp.com/album/doctrine-of-the-void




La mia Recensione: Goradze - Doctrine Of The Void

 Goradze - Doctrine Of The Void


Il vecchio scriba si crogiola nel turbamento di questo ascolto: si spalancano meravigliosi corridoi pieni di cavi della corrente elettrica che paiono scoperti, per un risultato che porta le mani ad applaudire senza sosta.

Ebbene: Washington è la città di residenza di questo trio di umani dal talento indiscutibile, dotati di pazienti ricerche e di un’attitudine a rendere compatta una fiumana di malsani ma gradevolissimi feedback, mentre il suono viene lacerato e sfinito, condotto nella prigione di questo album incantevole. L’avanguardia, il minimalismo più segreto si riuniscono in un discorso in cui la sfera gotica lascia la sua impronta, senza necessitare di tutto il corollario delle onde di quel genere musicale, rendendo il tutto estremamente conturbante e quindi interessante. Si ha come l’impressione di ascoltare lucide follie che vogliono distruggere da una parte antichi cliché, dall’altra dimostrare il tentativo di stratificare le conoscenze e di estremizzarle. Intervengono con qualità nel rivestire le sensazioni con un burrone mentale, per far morire ciò che è stantio e inutile. Un lavoro clamoroso che merita il vostro interesse: sono opere come queste che regalano fiducia!


Alex Dematteis 

Musicshockworld

Supino

25 Aprile 2023


https://gorazde.bandcamp.com/album/doctrine-of-the-void





martedì 11 aprile 2023

My Review: Glaring - Things Left In The Past

 Glaring - Things Left In The Past


Anna Nin has to be cloned: whether she makes her own songs or covers, one is always certain that a fairy with tousled hair draws poems on the backs of branches. Her Dark-Ambient is a cradle for dreamlike zones that wander through Post-Punk in search of a shake, a thrill, with Synth driving the music towards the mid-1990s. Germany once again sits on the throne and watches its sons continue the story, with precise exercises in dedication to work and grams of fun. The latter comes with the second track, a cover that cuddles the original and confirms how those hands know how to caress our hearts...


Alex Dematteis

Musicshockworld

Salford

11th April 2023


https://glaring.bandcamp.com/album/things-left-in-the-past






La mia Recensione: Glaring - Things Left In The Past

 Glarin - Things Left In The Past


Anna Nin bisogna clonarla: che faccia canzoni sue o cover, si ha sempre la certezza che una fata con i capelli scompigliati disegni poesie sulla schiena dei rami. Il suo Dark-Ambient è una culla per zone oniriche che vagano nel Post-Punk per cercare uno scuotimento, un brivido, con il Synth che pilota la musica verso la metà degli anni Novanta. La Germania ancora una volta si siede sul trono e guarda i figli continuare la storia, con esercizi precisi di dedizione al lavoro e grammi di divertimento. Quest’ultimo arriva con la seconda traccia, una cover che coccola l’originale e ci conferma come quelle mani sappiano accarezzare i nostri cuori…


Alex Dematteis
Musicshockworld
Salford
11 Aprile 2023






mercoledì 22 marzo 2023

My Review: Неймовіра - С​п​о​к​о​н​в​і​ч​н​а

 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...


Alex Dematteis

Musicshockworld

Salford

22nd March 2023


https://knittedsea.bandcamp.com/album/2023




La mia Recensione : Неймовіра - С​п​о​к​о​н​в​і​ч​н​а

 Неймовіра - С​п​о​к​о​н​в​і​ч​н​а


Come sono le stanze che abitiamo nei pensieri, nella fantasia e nei sogni? E che pelle hanno?

Rivolgetevi a Vlad Yakovlev e avrete le risposte, perché davvero lui è lo sganciamento della pazzia: quel che riesce a compiere l’artista Ucraino è al limite dell’assurdo! Libera i sentieri mentali e li distribuisce negli strumenti, in quanto, da ottimo polistrumentista, sa come accordare la poesia dei luoghi a questi aggeggi che nelle sue mani diventano folate di vento con il freno, per far assaggiare la maturità della lentezza.

Questo è un album strumentale, un diario gonfio di esperimenti sonori all’interno di un Neo Folk abbeverato di saliva e sudore, un camminare tra le zolle di terra del suo paese, raccogliendo e accogliendo tutto l’essenziale che esprima l’insieme di anime in coabitazione.

Ascolti questi quattro brani e vedi i volti, poveri ma dignitosi, di abitanti in pellegrinaggio dentro se stessi e accedi ai sentieri che non hanno le luci della ribalta (dove vivono la maggior parte degli esseri umani) per entrare in contatto con la natura, in danze orientali con il destino di chi con queste canzoni trova consolazione.

Folle è la vita se non conosce il racconto: Vlad si prende questa responsabilità e lo fa, spiega con la sua letteratura musicale senza tentennamenti, con queste ballate che hanno l’odore di un Rinascimento ancora presente nel codice dei segreti territoriali che si tramandano di generazione in generazione. Un messaggero sublime e incorruttibile: abbracciamo questi suoi scritti e spariamo dentro questa bellezza atroce…


Alex Dematteis

Musicshockworld

Salford

22 Marzo 2023


https://knittedsea.bandcamp.com/album/2023





mercoledì 25 gennaio 2023

My Review: Karma Voyage - Lights in Forgotten Places

 Karma Voyage - Lights in Forgotten Places 


What is the aspect of astonishment that embraces the need for an impressive immersion into truth? 

You might know it by listening to the debut album by the Italian band Karma Voyage, which, after the eponymous Ep of 2021, follows a path where the medals have two sides, but reveal their identity, their entity, their specific weight, in a journey where everything touches lightly the greatness that generates, precisely, astonishment. There is no definition of such a fact other than the extraordinariness of its depth, in a circuit made up of sound trails and sacred words, because they investigate and put people before something absolute. Italy, which struggles to have a noble identity, in any field, should listen to this rhythmic encyclopaedia, read in the movements of probing souls, who do not seek ease, let alone privileges, but a path where eyes and ears are not apparatuses at the service of the senses but the first participants of a consciousness under construction.

The skills of the five Venetian Doctors of Knowledge are infinite and amassed with order, method, and patience in the nine compositions where the powerful sound expressed is only the base, not the window, let alone the content: they are all provided with a skin that moves, descends in depth and reveals contents that have as their common denominator the interest in giving expressive means which form an idea and lead it to matter. It is an enchanting album that overcomes boundaries, preconceptions and takes us to places where there are no flags or properties to defend or deny others. Their music brings people together, in a hypothetical encounter in which the chosen language (English) is the only one understandable, because no other could have rendered it in the same way, already delivering a first message: at least in this respect we are beginning to appropriate something that will equalise everyone.

And that is only the first point: the starting point. 

Having decided on the language, what is needed now is a thought, something to give so that it can be exchanged, and the band does this clearly also through a stylistic method that presents at least three identifiable musical genres,  which are not restrictive but only a means that once identified allows others to be noticed. They range from obvious psychedelia that is not muzzled, to a shoegaze attitude (often more in  vocals than in the music, and that is another arrow in their favour) to Post-Rock that knows how to make itself powerful. And that's not all: there are Post-Punk sensibilities, craters from the 1980s that have been little explored by Italian bands, which they instead put their hands on, kneading, hiding, confusing, but in the end revealing crossovers that leave one open-mouthed. 

And again: they go even further back with Hard-Rock seeds in their coats, because it is always better to protect certain roots, especially if the functionality of all these genres is to create their own style. 

We go back as far as the 1960s, knowing, however, that there is no certainty in this: we can have sources of inspiration as far back as the beginning of the first millennium.

Mission perfectly accomplished to the tremendous satisfaction of the old scribe.

Do not believe, however, that grains of apocalyptic Folk, of Industrial particles, are also missing. In this album, nothing ends, everything continues, there are no barriers, but carpets like avalanches that instead of burying bodies highlight them: one of the many miracles here.

There are tensions, nervousnesses, always dilated, but concentric in these tracks in a perpetual state of grace: everything is evoked, invoked, exaggerated, contained but never abandoned, because this record is the manifesto of continuity also given by the perfect consequentiality of the songs, not a lucky puzzle, but a careful skill in creating a path that from a starting point leads to the arrival.

We have the good fortune of immense imaginary fields resting on these songs, places to be encountered and that invite our minds to lodge just enough to fall in love with them and appropriate them, because these songs are a unique and generous offer to have an experience that undoubtedly embellishes.

Before attempting to describe all the songs, a statement must be made: we are not worthy of the quality and truth of this immense work, but it is our duty to at least try to have the awareness that, when Art is of this workmanship, the privileges that may come depend only on our ability to read it. It would be good not to miss this opportunity.


Song by Song


1 - Silent Towns

The beginning is epic: Luca Castellaro's medieval vocals and his and Giuseppe Brunetti's oblique guitars open the mouth in a bubble of celestial shivers. Combined with Stefano Anoè's mighty drums and Alvise Scarpa's surgical bass, the track is a robust psychedelic contortion that shakes and opens the chest.


2 - Circle' Sides

Leonardo Sebastiani's keyboards are the first sign of a viaticum on the shores of a Post-Rock that puts its feet in the water of early 70s London psychedelia. The guitar this time chooses Catherine Wheel's shoegaze for a few seconds and it is a liturgical litany, a slow chorus that shakes the church. Vocals are the perfect homily for this heaven-bound gem. 


3 New Foundations Feat Nils Ottensmeyer (The Blue Angel Lounge)

Two guitars like snakes on heat give the go-ahead: and it is perfection that manifests itself right from the start for this musical cusp that wounds and heals, for it is total power. Then a magical act happens: the guitar becomes gentle, on the road to purest romanticism, while the drumming counterbalances it, giving the feeling of universes in contact.


4 - Shine 

Released as an 'opener' single, it is the slow gust of sirocco, like a song not included in Catherine Wheel's Ferment. But here we get the feeling that the guitars and drumming have emerged from a sunbeam while still being damp. And it is finally able to reveal an apotheosis within.


5 - 'Em

We are on the Everest of the album: from here you can see all the greatness of the Venetian band (if you ever had any doubts with the previous four episodes), as they are capable of progressions that go beyond the song form, like a crescendo held on a leash and released slowly. And it is Psych, Post-Rock, Shoegaze, Alternative, all blended into an evocative hardness.


6 - Branches Of An Old Ash

A seagull comes out of Giudecca: it is a guitar that, after an incipit with keyboards, takes flight between Shoegaze and Dreampop but then abandons it, after 45 seconds, because everything comes together in a psychedelic lake that leaves Venice and lands in the harbours of our imagination. The drums invent a syncopated march, the bass is a master of tasty clusters of notes swollen with warmth, and everything flies away, like a poignant day.


7 Distance And Echoes

What's beyond Everest? Here, this song is the lunar eclipse, from which this miracle comes: everything lives in compactness, in a din that is more emotional than musical, but great is the sword that pierces the heart given by the guitar notes that wound with their high register. And we here extend our hands to welcome this timeless jewel.


8 - City Of The Lame

It is not possible: another heart-warming blaze? Yes, undoubtedly, because this is the episode where the enchantment of sweetness meets an ever-changing musical structure, in a solid grip that makes listening an experience capable of bringing the senses under water. The 90s, with its shoegaze and alternative itches, are perfectly aligned in a tearful exchange.


9 - Shiver

The album that is in serious danger of not only being the most fascinating and intense Italian one of 2023, but of being able to enter many charts beyond the national space, finds in the end the kiss for a goodbye: it is impossible not to want to meet again this crazy band that here manages to write a song in continuous suspension, in a perfect review of their melodic and rhythmic arsenal shown in the previous eight tracks, to give a poetry soaked in noise and psychedelia. 

Album out on 27th January 2023


Karma Voyage:

Vocals & Guitars: Luca CasteIIaro

Lead Guitars: Giuseppe Brunetti 

Synths And Keyboards: Leonardo Sebastiani

Drums: Stefano Anoè

Bass Guitar: Alvise Scarpa


Icy Cold Records

Shyrec



Alex Dematteis 

Musicshockworld 

Salford

27th January 2023





La mia Recensione: Karma Voyage - Lights in Forgotten Places

 Karma Voyage - Lights in Forgotten Places 


Che volto ha lo stupore che abbraccia il bisogno di imponenti immersioni nella verità? 

Lo potreste conoscere ascoltando l’album di esordio della band italiana Karma Voyage che, dopo l’Ep omonimo del 2021, compie un percorso dove le medaglie hanno sì due facce, ma ne rivelano l’identità, l’entità, il peso specifico, in un percorso dove tutto sfiora la grandezza che genera, appunto, stupore. Non ha definizioni un fatto del genere se non la straordinarietà della sua profondità, in un circuito fatto di sentieri sonori e di parole sacre, perché indagano e mettono le persone davanti a un assoluto. L’Italia che fatica ad avere una identità nobile, in qualsiasi campo, dovrebbe ascoltare questa enciclopedia ritmica, leggere nei movimenti di anime che sondano, che non cercano agio tantomeno privilegi, bensì un cammino dove gli occhi e le orecchie non sono apparati a servizio dei sensi ma  primi partecipanti di coscienza in costruzione.

Le abilità dei cinque Dottori del Sapere veneziani sono infinite e ammassate con ordine, metodo, pazienza nelle nove composizioni dove il potente suono espresso è solamente il basamento, non la finestra e tantomeno il contenuto: sono tutte dotate di una pelle che si muove, scende in profondità e rivela contenuti che hanno come comun denominatore l’interesse di dare mezzi espressivi che formano un’idea e la conducono ad essere materia. Un album incantevole, che scavalca i confini, i preconcetti e ci porta in luoghi in cui non esistono bandiere o proprietà da difendere o da negare ad altri. La loro musica mette in contatto le persone, in un ipotetico incontro nel quale la lingua scelta (l’inglese) sia l’unica  comprensibile, perché nessun’altra avrebbe potuto rendere nello stesso modo, consegnando già un primo messaggio: almeno sotto questo aspetto incominciamo ad appropriarci di qualcosa che parifichi tutti.

Ed è solo il primo punto: quello di partenza. 

Decisa la lingua, occorre ora un pensiero, qualcosa da donare per poterlo scambiare e la band lo fa con chiarezza anche attraverso un metodo stilistico che presenta almeno tre generi musicali identificabili, ma che non sono restrittivi bensì solo un mezzo che una volta individuato permette di notarne altri. Si va dall’evidente psichedelia che però non ha la museruola alla bocca, per poi passare a una attitudine Shoegaze (spesso più nel cantato che nella musica, ed è un’altra freccia a proprio favore) per arrivare al Post-Rock che sa farsi potente. Non è finita: esistono sensibilità Post-Punk, crateri degli anni '80 poco perlustrati da band italiane su cui loro invece mettono le mani, impastando, nascondendo, confondendo, ma alla fine rivelando  incroci che lasciano a bocca aperta. 

E ancora: si va ancora più indietro con semi di Hard-Rock con il cappotto, perché è sempre meglio proteggere certe radici, soprattutto se la funzionalità di tutti questi generi è quello di creare un proprio stile. 

Si torna indietro sino agli anni '60, consci però che non vi sia certezza alcuna in questo: capacissimi di avere fonti di ispirazione che possano arrivare sino all’inizio del primo millennio.

Missione perfettamente riuscita per la tremenda soddisfazione del vecchio scriba.

Non credete che però manchino anche granelli di Folk Apocalittico, di particelle Industrial. In questo album nulla finisce, tutto continua, non vi sono barriere, ma tappeti come valanghe che invece di sotterrare corpi li mettono in rilievo: uno dei tanti miracoli qui presenti.

Esistono tensioni, nervosismi, sempre dilatati, ma concentrici in queste tracce in perenne stato di grazia: tutto viene evocato, invocato, estremizzato, contenuto ma mai abbandonato, perché questo disco è il manifesto della continuità data anche dalla consequenzialità perfetta delle canzoni, non un puzzle fortunato, bensì una attenta abilità nel creare un percorso che da un punto di partenza porti all’arrivo.

Abbiamo la fortuna di immensi campi immaginari posati su questi brani, luoghi da incontrare e che invitano la  nostra mente ad albergare quel tanto che basta per innamorarsene e appropriarsene, perché queste canzoni sono un’offerta unica e generosa per compiere un’esperienza che abbellisce senza dubbio.

Prima di cercare di descrivere tutte le canzoni presenti occorre fare una affermazione: non siamo degni della qualità e della verità di questo immenso lavoro, ma è nostro dovere provare ad avere almeno la consapevolezza che, quando l’Arte è di questa fattura, i privilegi che potrebbero arrivare dipendono solo dalla nostra capacità di lettura. Sarebbe bene non perdere questa occasione.


Song by Song


1 - Silent Towns

L’inizio è epico: il cantato medievale di Luca Castellaro e le chitarre oblique sue e di Giuseppe Brunetti spalancano la bocca in una bolla di brividi celestiali. Unito al drum possente di Stefano Anoè e al basso chirurgico di Alvise Scarpa, il brano è una robusta contorsione psichedelica che scuote e apre il petto.


2 - Circle’ Sides

Le tastiere di Leonardo Sebastiani sono il primo segnale di un viatico sulle sponde di un Post-Rock che mette i piedi nell’acqua della psichedelia Londinese dei primi anni '70. La chitarra questa volta sceglie lo Shoegaze dei Catherine Wheel per alcuni secondi ed è litania liturgica, un lento coro che scuote la chiesa. Il cantato è la perfetta omelia per questa chicca che sovrasta il cielo. 


3 New Foundations Feat Nils Ottensmeyer (The Blue Angel Lounge)

Due chitarre come serpi in calore danno il via: ed è la perfezione che si manifesta sin da subito per questa cuspide musicale che ferisce e cura, perché suo è il potere totale. Accade poi un atto magico: la chitarra diventa gentile, sulla strada del romanticismo più puro, mentre il drumming gli fa da contrappeso, donando la sensazione di universi in contatto.


4 - Shine 

Pubblicata come singolo “apripista”, è la folata lenta di scirocco, come se fosse una canzone non inclusa in Ferment dei Catherine Wheel. Però qui abbiamo la sensazione che le chitarre e il drumming siano uscite da un raggio di sole essendo ancora umide. Ed è infine in grado di rivelare un’apoteosi al suo interno.


5 - ‘Em

Siamo sull’Everest dell’album: da qui si vede tutta la grandezza della band veneziana (se mai avevate avuto dei dubbi nei quattro episodi precedenti), in quanto capace di progressioni che vanno oltre la forma canzone, come un crescendo tenuto al guinzaglio e liberato lentamente. Ed è Psych, Post-Rock, Shoegaze, Alternative, il tutto amalgamato in una durezza suggestiva.


6 - Branches Of An Old Ash

Un gabbiano esce dalla Giudecca: è una chitarra che dopo un incipit di tastiera spicca il volo tra Shoegaze e Dreampop ma poi lo abbandona, dopo 45 secondi, perché tutto si unisce in un lago psichedelico che lascia Venezia e approda nei porti della nostra immaginazione. La batteria inventa una marcia sincopata, il basso è un fuoriclasse di grappoli gustosi di note gonfie di calore, e tutto vola via, come una giornata struggente.


7 Distance And Echoes

Cosa c’è oltre l’Everest? Ecco, questa canzone è l’eclisse lunare, da cui proviene questo miracolo: tutto vive di compattezza, di un frastuono più emotivo che musicale, ma grande è la spada che si conficca nel cuore data dalle note di chitarra che con il loro registro alto feriscono. E noi qui a tendere le mani per accogliere questo gioiello senza tempo.


8 - City Of The Lame

Non è possibile: un’altra fiammata a scaldare il cuore? Sì, indubbiamente, perché questo è l’episodio dove l’incanto della dolcezza incontra una struttura musicale in continuo mutamento, in una presa solida che rende l’ascolto una esperienza capace di portare i sensi dentro l’acqua. Gli anni '90, con i suoi pruriti Shoegaze e Alternative, qui sono perfettamente allineati in un scambio che produce lacrime.


9 - Shiver

Quello che rischia seriamente di essere non solo l’album italiano più affascinante e intenso del 2023, ma di poter entrare in molte classifiche oltre lo spazio nazionale, trova nel finale il bacio per un arrivederci: impossibile non voler rincontrare questa band pazzesca che qui riesce a scrivere un brano in continua sospensione, in un ripasso perfetto del loro arsenale melodico e ritmico mostrato nelle precedenti otto tracce, per regalare una poesia imbevuta di noise e psichedelia. 

L'album uscirà il 27 di Gennaio


Karma Voyage:

Vocals & Guitars: Luca CasteIIaro

Lead Guitars: Giuseppe Brunetti 

Synths And Keyboards: Leonardo Sebastiani

Drums: Stefano Anoè

Bass Guitar: Alvise Scarpa


Icy Cold Records

Shyrec



Alex Dematteis 

Musicshockworld 

Salford

26 Gennaio 2023

https://karmavoyage.bandcamp.com/album/lights-in-forgotten-places

https://open.spotify.com/album/1RDYk4x1w1TVeGZ4Sa72zM?si=vfutvO8kQYaAInWyva2Tew



giovedì 28 aprile 2022

My review: Flavio Ferri / Alex Dematteis - Speakdown

 My Review 


Flavio Ferri / Alex Dematteis - Speakdown


A black river flows in the veins of those who believe they still have red blood: a guilty unconsciousness that numbs the senses, reason, that disguises and distorts the truth to end up in the comfort zone, the number one enemy of wisdom, of well-being, of common sense and truth which builds the foundations of a personal and then collective improvement.

There is a culprit: the selfish deceiver. 

It sodomised the flow of time that had limits but various reasonablenesses.

Flavio Ferri and Alex Dematteis have found it and confronted it: an inhuman, cruel, unjust, violent act that should not be done, let's hope they were joking.

Their work is called Speakdown, three distressing and desecrating rides with drawn and very lucid swords inside this villain that hides and shows only the presumed wellness infecting modern civilisation.

They have not photographed reality because images are made to be forgotten, they are of little use if not combined with a reason that stands up to react and act, if it is appropriate to do so.

Everything they have produced is a hard struggle, inch by inch within Capitalism and the Market, siamese brothers of an anaesthetised and vulgarised existence. The two guys have planned a delirium, a contrast full of indigestible fragments capable of grating first the auditory apparatus and then the conscience.

Missiles on craters full of pitch, where there are no glimmers of lucidity that can comfort and be propositive points.

They have taken on the role of destroyers of what was already shattered in itself, creating apocalyptic scenarios, erasing the pleasantness of listening to music, which has become magma, sparks of tar, nebula, sonic devastation, cancelling and crushing the boring and useless song form.

Courageous and combative beyond all acceptable limits, Flavio Ferri has acted intentionally without concern for approval (another catastrophic element of the market) and has instead constructed a deadly device in which all his insatiable combativeness has generated screeching as a consequence of the relation between the concept and the means used.

In doing so, the Milan-born artist has been able to free his expressiveness, his precision, he has aimed and fired his device, he has turned his back on comfort to make us widen our eyes: all that remains is indifference to all this madness, but for him it would be the evident manifestation that the Market and its various associates are taken for granted and in this way he would manifest his victory, aware that in all this happiness would not find a place.

Unfortunately.

For his part, Dematteis, on assignment of Ferri, wrote stories, scraped the reason of selfishness, inveighed, reddened his breath and planned a set of thoughts that could give an account of failure.

He insisted on describing human toxicity and vivisecting the squalor of a massive communication, but lacking a cultured and elevated message, he decided to film with words bitter drops of poison and fuses of unsolved and difficult to codify thoughts.

Relationships, selfishness, the sense of possession of objects, the seriousness of human silences in favour of the chaos of consumption were the creative spark of the two guys to make a heavy, hostile, indigestible record, but not obvious. They were determined and aware and brought art to the place where it seems most absent: that of the desire to turn disasters into a starting point, as an invitation to a collective sense that could change the game.

But they will fail: the world has too many flat follies to accept this one, which is lucid and hyperdynamic.



Song by Song 



Daily Snapshot No.1


The light of the behavioural nuclear aftermath opens up on an electronic carpet and the voice of the Stock Exchange arrives to signal the horror of what will survive: the hunger for speculation, for profit. Ferri walks slowly with the analogue procession representing trembling, precariousness, banality struggling to win. Sounds, like burning and confirmed destruction, appear until a heavy bass line accords with a paranoid and obsessive vibrato. From that moment on it is a non-stop succession of detritus out of rhythm to sentence the emptiness that has won over the human system of alienation. Seventeen minutes of heartbreak and vertigo, with signs of terror and resignation at the same time: the catastrophe has just begun.


Fuck the Style


Dematteis and Ferri immediately begin with the theatrical representation of the emptiness that feels pleased with itself, the torrent of nonsense entering the illusion of a loneliness that thinks it can find in technology the only way to enhance communication, which has become non-existent precisely for this reason. Flavio creates anguish, silent movies with psychedelic and industrial waves, beats and sound layers with a high thermal density: everything is frozen, almost pulverized by catastrophic flows in a perpetual cycle. Alex examines human disaster and ignorance with its absence, following Flavio to advance dramatically in a violent procession: all that is left to show human imbecility is that manner. Almost sixteen minutes of shocking sound torture to become the landing on the skin of death and to celebrate and define the end of everything. Without repetition. 



Understress 


The ballet of the deluded, the nightmares that become an infinite cry find their definitive home in the oppressive and chilling atmosphere of Ferri's ruins with an imprecise beat, creating a hallucinated dance-like, sometimes sensual, with melodic hints that deceive, as reality deceives itself. A sidereal mantra stops gravitating in the celestial vault and glides over a world in a state of stress. The words of Dematteis are needles, as are Ferri's gloomy circuits: united in certifying the Market which, compact, crushes our brains. Warlike and cunning mantras scratch the ears with the opposition to the rhythmic sense, everything is broken, interrupted and resumed like inevitable jerks, until it shatters the resistance of our listening. Words like contagious worms explore and pass judgment and the music is not such, but a hallucinogenic mushroom that disfigures lucidity. It is a cataclysmic flow, a perpetrated violence that on a bastard electronic music, plunders all that remains of human nothingness...


Alex Dematteis

Musicshockworld

Salford

29th April 2022


https://www.vrec.it/prodotto/ff01/




venerdì 22 aprile 2022

My Review: Abrasive Tree - Moulding Heaven With Heart

 My Review:


Abrasive Trees - Moulding Heaven With Heart


There is a mysterious wave that keeps its identity without allowing an analysis that could make it visible.

It often happens in music because it is part of its path, like a duty that cannot be avoided, a way that may seem irreverent but necessary.

From a Scotland always capable of creating talents and artists endowed with sensitivity, beauty and immense writing skills, here comes Matthew Rochford with a single, two songs to expand the sense of benefit through a deep, essential modality, like a cloud that rides the sky to colour it with dew and to give it that thrill which keeps it alive.

The impression that comes from listening to these tracks is that of seeing sweetness and bitterness in perfect harmony on the expressive side.

You dream while your eyes experience liquid movements in their edges, you dance slowly like a yellow Colias, a beautiful butterfly thirsty for flowers.

Because this is what the two songs are: flying animals hungry for beauty and food which know how to be generous, because you only have to see them to be happy.

I don't know if it is useful to define the musical genre: it would seem as always limiting and perhaps even useless, because it would reduce the ability to deepen the sensation of sonic drops imbued not only with beauty and mystery, but also with that sense of an identity that could be offended by the attribution of meaningless words.

Whether it is Post-Rock, Post-Punk, Ambient, a more delicate Dreampop  than usual or Experimental Rock, there's little need to say it or to know it: where there is the ability to achieve uniqueness, every addition becomes superfluous.

It's thrill, shaking, provision, flight, seriousness tinged with positivity, for a beating of wings as a form of enjoyment and survival.


Moulding Heaven With Earth is a slow pastel-coloured ride, guitars working in the introduction with a charming and engaging spoken word, then growing in the song form. It is Scotland with its most extreme beauty that the butterfly takes us to admire, with the guitar drawing a circle in which to feel secure, for a melody that is explosive in its almost melancholic stillness. 

If you really want to define it in a musical genre it is Post-Rock of remarkable workmanship, a rolling on the meadows in the midst of wind and lightning: something short lives in the melancholy of this guitar that seems a melodic killer.


Then it's Kali that nails us to the emotion again: Vini Really, Jeff Buckley and Robert Smith seem intent on drawing dense poetry inside these magnetic guitars, while the voice shows a pungent singing, full of power and sadness. We go up with the wind to examine the leaden areas of the sky, we become a drop to gently explode without making too much noise, because in that part of the world there is still a need for a respectful silence. 


The Ep ends with the Rothko remix version of Moulding Heaven With Heart and everything becomes even more dilated and gloomy.


In conclusion: you will be charmed and surely conquered by these compositions rich in poetry with a sense of alarm on their skin.


Alex Dematteis

Musicshockworld 

Salford

23 April 2022


The EP will be available from the 28th of April. You can currently find the song Moulding Heaven With Earth on Bandcamp.


https://abrasivetrees.bandcamp.com/album/moulding-heaven-with-earth-kali-sends-sunflowers




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