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domenica 6 aprile 2025

My Review: Helen Jewitt - Astrolabium


 

Helen Jewitt - Astrolabium


Who knows whether there is a direct reference in the band's name to a girl who was murdered in the early 1800s. In any case, the feeling remains, given the themes and mode of expression, that the three musicians have tension in their DNA as a reaction to existential malaise, eviscerating, acclaiming, presenting stories in which romanticism always has a crown of thorns in its sonic circuits. Their debut album is an atomic bomb, circular, stalking the listening souls, unleashing broadsides, screams, electric cables directly into the nerves and veins. A continuous explosion that takes the liveliness of post-punk and the emotional twist of shoegaze, for a disorienting result in which emotions, observations, cues and a large row of paralysis follow one another as these compositions intoxicate (pleasantly), leading to an impossible negative reaction: one finds oneself inseminated by their richness. 


In some moments, the less neurotic ones (and deliciously desperate), one has the impression that the trio visits the possibility of a future in which to immerse themselves to explore the richness of calm waves on the skin of a wad of tamed anxiety. The result is a sublime hypnosis, a prosthesis, an invention that expands their present, to generate a future in which writing can be a bullet that goes around the globe. It is surprising how this energy is not linked to youthful boldness but to a conceptual maturity that brings these creations to an outpost yet to be understood: they are gestations, fetuses, hypotheses and flashes in search of a place to grow and only careful listening can give them the pretext of a suitable cradle. The themes addressed in the lyrics highlight the overall view, total involvement, a sense of frustration and a strong bond with the passage of time, the obstinate search to marry fantasy and the search for truth. They also plan a hypothesis of the future and the theatrical system proves capable, of large proportions, uniting the whole with the sound range that leaves no escape. 


The sense of abandonment, given by the long notes (those so deep into the Shoegaze style), shifts towards that of struggle and determination, typical of post punk, all in the same songs, without having to wait for the next ones, for an effervescent duo that releases sparks of connections to a remote past that tends to be dead for the vast majority of the audience. This formation, instead, arouses feelings of redemption, compacting, regenerating the time that was, as a dutiful and magnificently successful commitment. Astrolabium thus transforms into an effervescent, warm laboratory, with dark colours in search of oxygen, a reservoir of the soul where the sleeping conscience is not expelled but infected, feeding the future with a hope that passes through nine compositional strategies that in the end will reveal themselves to be something much more important. An aspect not to be denigrated is that of a basin full of tears ready to invade thoughts but capable, at the same time, of creating streams in the sky: the vitality of the writing, of the dreamy (albeit melancholic) singing becomes a broom to climb on to visit the clouds.  The Eighties and Nineties find a spiral where the juice, the nectar, the good and the true of those two decades is visited and reintroduced into the mind like a dialysis that allows us not to lose our memory. It is therefore not a convenient revival but a precise technique to bring our attention back to a place where nostalgia and judgment are at risk. And then this young band makes a leap worthy of a kangaroo, carrying in its womb the seeds of the future... The guitars are black flashes, the bass a moving crater and the drums a fire in the middle of a forest, to give, as a result, a film with which to cover our fragility. Songs that hearten, devastate, rediscover the pleasure of life without giving up on erecting a wall against the easy propensity to stupidity. Here then it seems like we find ourselves in a university classroom in which they study how to make the future credible: Astrolabium is the best possible professor and it would be a shame to miss this chance...



Song by Song


1 - Hearsee


A tide glides in the sky with guitars that create spaces and then an enchanting voice, a simple and rich bass line bring the whole into a chorus that kisses sadness and reveals meanings to be found under the skin of notes kissed by an underground flash…


2 - Dogma


Explosions magnetized in the nerves of this song that excels in workmanship and density, as they are sheets that slowly crumble finding the right stage in the apparently catchy chorus: the words are dynamite and prison that suffocate, like a necessary good to be delivered to the future, while the primordial post punk strikes the embrace of an alternative rock that closes the circle perfectly…


3 - Abigäil


The memory of the second album of Adorable becomes concrete: this song has the same black feathers of the English band, staying not far from Catherine Wheel, to then find an autonomy full of Nordic clouds in a soundscape that creates a farewell melodic from this existence…


4 - Noughts and Crosses


We remain in an intimate atmosphere, a whisper of the bass, the baritone chirping of the singing and then a heartbreaking flight, with guitars and drumming that recall the saddest Radiohead, for a result that seems to be that of waiting for a window to fall into the water…


5 - Miss Deverell


Brent van Rij's bass takes us back to Fields of the Nephilim's Celebrate, but with a completely different structure: a graceful guitar permeates Gijs Stuivenberg's singing, to then welcome a minimalist orchestration that ties everything together in an enchanting way...


6 - Mother


Psychedelia in flight: from the Nineties (the English ones) to the present ones for a dialogue that seems to sense an electric propensity for shoegaze skirmishes slightly put to one side. But there is a vibration, a snap that brings this song into the space of a complete thrill...


7 - Bauta


David Helbig (the drummer), moves like a robot on an electric chair, like the son of an Eighties indie rock who waits for his two travelling companions to be able to make the sound neurotic and the atmosphere agitated to the point of chaos that contains all the power of the band...


8 - Death of Romance


Nerves under water implode and it is a sad joy on the rise, in an almost free flight, with a slowness that allows the vibrations to find the perfect location, with an arpeggio accompanied by short but incisive electrical discharges…


9 - Burn it Down


We end up running, with the last composition, between sound bullets and extreme slides, with the most abrasive Déjà Vega in mind and a controlled anger in watts that become the flight of menacing pumas in the night…


Alex Dematteis

Musicshockworld

Salford

6th April 2025


https://helenjewett.bandcamp.com/album/astrolabium

giovedì 27 marzo 2025

My Review: Loom - a new kind of SADNESS


 

Loom - a new kind of SADNESS


‘All things fade

all things die

no more temptation

no more fascination’


A journey with hands full of uncertainty does not allow for any kind of benefit, which is the goal of this experience.

Seeing how this period of human existence forms constantly advancing solitudes can give art really interesting insights. And here the Swedish band succeeds in this task with a new track (the first of three this spring), full of melancholy, of words that surround awareness as well as ignorance, places as well as time, to approach the truth and plunge it into a sensible, non-debatable sadness. On vocals this time we have Fredrik Axelsson, supported by his sister Monika and Roland Klein, in a moody stratosphere that surrounds the skin of every thought, with a coral reef composed of a riding guitar, a postpunk bass in the odour of sanctity and the echo of the most melancholic side of the band Adorable to disinfect the fear of being able to be happy.

A resounding comeback, in which one notes the ability to remain within one's own stylistic code (historicised by 32 years of splendid career), with an opening towards a sad pop touched upon many times, but here expressed in a sublime way.  And the guitar solo (in the finale), essential and well interlocked with powerful and imaginative drumming to the right point, offers tears corrupted by the true, concrete and powerful words written by Fredrik, for an inexorable fadeout.

The song demonstrates the usual approach towards a gentle shoegaze, never exaggerated, almost anomalous, always at the arm's length of an alternative that sets itself the role of suggesting strategies and multiple possibilities.

The refrain, a true thermometer of Ålem's band, provides a shawl of compact tears, with the heart bowing to realisations in which life seems to lose strength, revealing futility and charm now left behind, in a past that with time remains a memory to be abandoned. Fredrik's baritone mode is set alongside Monika's mezzo-soprano one, for a truly impeccable result. Among the darkest compositions ever written by this combo, always imbued with poetry and capable of provoking important reflections, here the Swedish ensemble reaches the summit, from which it launches these notes that have a great chance of being welcomed and cuddled.

And it is a long-range surprise to realise that there are many of us who need this new sadness...


Out on Friday 28 March 2025


Alex Dematteis

Musicshockworld

Salford

27 March 2025


https://loom2.bandcamp.com/track/a-new-kind-of-sadness

My Review: David Middle - A Goth, A Piano & Songs of Sorrow


 

David Middle - A Goth, A Piano & Songs of Sorrow


A moody shadow rises from the skies of Cambridge (he has been doing this for so many years), constantly expanding, using different artistic forms, taking courage, work, talent and misfortune under the wing of his splendid and stubborn need not to leave the world without his obsessions, sweetness, integrity, will to make his own cloak the gaze of his purity.

This expression of nature has a name: David Middle, a gothic, cinematic privateer, at times a mime of life, at other times a cabaret performer who defies blackness by transforming himself like the most voracious of colours. To move forward, to stop time, to build coral reefs with his straightforward philosophy, his vocal chords acute, angular, wisely tremendous and implacable, boiling, a powder keg plundering calm and leading it towards an act of agnostic faith.

A solo album, while his soul has never failed to collaborate with bands and parallel projects, is a choice that makes his conscious flow more specific, in a way that allows an unquestionably strong and circumstantial focus to his lyrics that are so powerful and capable of transforming reality, fears, silence and memory like the pilots of a mental palace that he displays flawlessly.

He uses note strategies in an unusual way, colouring the sonic textures with the wind of continuous inspiration, ranging from Klaus Nomi, to the Virgin Prunes, to Rozz Williams, to the darkest Alice Cooper, touching on Genesis P-Orridge's shoulder and Marc Almond's chin. But it is only the beginning, a false trail, as David has prairies of his own, like the seeds of his so autonomous and original thinking.

Life and its pains are not recounted but rather experienced at the same time, as if everything was going on as we listen, and this sensation, divine and massive, leaves black petals on our breath, making us aware of an addiction that we had not hoped to witness...

We can, in this way, reflect on how the paucity of the instruments used actually open the doors of perception, giving our minds the space to expand the need to fluidify this pentagram that instead of being poor is full of great suggestions. Black and white keys and a theatrical sequence of movements that accommodate synthetic strings and handclapping that suggest silence around them: Middle is a magician out of this time, free of conditioning, so baroque in his fertility that he does not accept forcing from the expressive forms of the present.


He builds sentences that, voraciously, dance in his uvula scratching the celestial vault, the only true paradise that sees his workshop be a cascade of thoughts padded with enchanting plays of light, where dusky is only the start of his artistic, powerful and olfactory, sensorial needs as the orchestra of his beats ends up invading everything, calmly and with a desperate intelligence.

An album for souls adept at being enveloped, involved, to suspend the part that refuses to understand the intensity, the duty of conscience, becoming a distributor of rational sparks that embrace the purity of feelings that have fallen into unwanted solitude. The combination of music and words thus turns out to be a perfect mantra with which to fall into the pleasantness of pain.

The harmonic research shows integrity, knowledge of expressive methods and a great respect for that part of musical history that today's music does not know or respect. David thus reveals himself to be a fighter with notes like gentle bullets, while the words are sabre-rattling blanks, capable of hitting the space that lies perfectly between the mind and the heart.

The artist turns his attention towards nature, measuring distances and similarities, engaging the road of description by harmonising his own complicit spirit, maturing with music an intense, almost mute bond, in order to freely experience a connection with entities that are surely more good. 

One always gets the impression of a maturity that induces David to cradle the wrinkles of his own mind, pushing him towards an almost secret form in which to be a guardian and diviner, in search of truths, albeit uncomfortable, but handled with authority.

When one gets the impression that he wants to sow neo-folk petals, one senses a perhaps anachronistic pagan sacredness, which nonetheless offers the measure of his cultural extension, and his language can be a sweet poison that turns bitter when overturned: miracles like fixtures in the dark...

It then happens to hear him take leave of life (in the majestic Ode to Jacqueline) one feels shivers, as if a friend is leaving, and it is one of the most touching moments to come to terms with. The skilful willingness to give melodies that stick in the mind means that the words do the same, ending up stretching the inches of our listening.

The orchestrations, minimalist and never pompous, also give the measure of an accurate production, capable of giving us the impression of a tale in music that must be reread and reread again: not a syllable of beauty is lost in this work that deserves the best reception...


Song by Song


1 - No One Hears Me

‘Pull me out from the drowning mud’


A dance appears, in the night, to be a tale between anxiety and missed dreams. The music is a balmy gesture across pounding keys with a soft leaning towards the low register...



2 - Climbing Stairs

‘Every fall is a lesson, every climb is a spell’.


The contrast between the heavy, slow notes of the piano and David's singing create a nocturnal flash into which to fall with dignity. A song that seems to come from the theatrical and cabaret tension of the best Marc Almond. And it is apotheosis in repetition...



3 - Help Me Please

‘I, see faces, but memories still fade’.


Memory finds resounding centrality here, and the bass ride and piano counterpoint tear us to shreds. And then that invocation, which turns into a mantra to be kept in the secret circuit of our guilt. A timeless masterpiece...



4 - The Whispering Wings

‘Underneath the whispering trees


French theatre takes the stage, changes its dress and becomes an English echo of the eighteenth century, with a wingspan of the refrain that seems to be a warning, in which terror grabs dreams and kills them...



5 - Final Witness

‘Scared to last you 

never rest’


There's dancing, and without the drumming it's even better: on your toes, like classical dancers, while the lyrics pan around supported by a voice that becomes a weeping needle...


6 - Ode to Jacqueline

‘My time has come, and now i know I said goodbye’.


The rhythm slows down and the keys sentenced, then open their arms inside a circle of loving lights full of tension, invitations, until the finale with a farewell that perfectly translates a score so willing to be grateful to classical music, which here becomes even more evident and necessary



7 - Gothic Candles (Midnight Mix)

‘Through the darkness, we journey hand in hand’


David takes us steadily into the night, into the darkness, to traverse the illusions of dreams and the more obvious and real forms of pain, with a gothic musical setting, as if Rozz Williams were urging him not to lose the perfect theatricality of his singing... 



8 - Walking with the Dead

‘In my heart, the dead will stay’


A feat, a new thunder in the heart and head, for this overture that becomes a pleasant torture, trying to turn a free flight into a dutiful crash. Everything here smells of finality, as if living with death could really be the only joy. 



9 - Our Broken World

‘Our innocence lost in the hands of fools’.


The opening vocal takes us back to Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah, but then everything shifts and we enter into a sunny drama, a playfully reasonable contrast, and the music makes the whole thing perfectly cohesive and intact...



10 - A Hollow Heart

‘But through the tears, I'll find my way’.


Despair is necessarily a slow process. Instead, David makes it almost an upbeat, fast, light-voiced phase, and music that seems to tickle the winter...



11 - Dark Love

The most refined, most tense and dramatic track comes almost at the end of the album, leaving dandy petals in the lyrics and musical cues that cross eras and styles only to make us feel the bitter taste of a love full of darkness...


‘A symphony of lust, makes your heartbeat tight’



12 - Mood Swings

‘I laugh until I cry’


A filtered voice, as never before, leads the way to the last song, which is like a hidden epitaph, buried by angelic music with shades, emblematically, dramatic. And it is a soft breath that extinguishes the candle, which we immediately relight to listen again to this album so delightful and meaningful that it is a great pity to overlook...


Alex Dematteis

Musicshockworld

Salford

27th March 2025


https://batcaveproductions.bandcamp.com/album/a-goth-a-piano-songs-of-sorrow

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