ivy z - let yours be the last burning heart
Where is the sweetness, the sweetness that lives in the intimacy of fragility?
In the utterly gifted pen of a Czech girl, in her voice that is a polite assault on indifference, in her stubborn shyness that disappears when her music delivers to us a talent that discourages bitterness, totally.
While his new single has just been released, the old scribe talks to you about the album released on 3 February.
A mirage that pulses Lo-Fi, slips into Slowcore, paints its face with refined pop and makes time to throw feathers of elegant Dreampop here and there, to compact a play of colours on a canvas that breathes cumulonimbuses of continuous enchantment.
One is moved on tiptoe, moving the curtains and gazing at the sky: she is there writing songs about the poisonous chemtrails she dissolves with her singing that is a kiss of angels corrupted by her beauty, first...
Ivy is serious, capable, anachronistic but stubborn. Her hinted guitar is just one of the thousands of caresses the music offers us: we don't have to do anything, just silence and half-closed eyes, and the clouds will grant us the privilege of dancing on their backs, as we all together give the feather-voiced girl the most radiant of hugs...
