My Review
Estetica Noir - This Dream In Monochrome
It's easy to be eristic nowadays in a world increasingly distant from itself.
Some souls seek contact, others close themselves up in their own emptiness trying to sink other people’s dreams.
And there are looks that notice this and note the whole mechanism of unrestrained vertical falls.
Then the time comes for agitation, for a magnetic rampant aberration, for dusty, solitary and decadent atoms of happiness.
It is there that being solipsistic becomes the practice of human beings destined for oblivion, coldly connected to breathlessness.
From Turin, the Gothic and post-punk cradle of not ancient memory, comes a band to show us all this with a surgical and liturgical album, where the consolation comes from the precision of facts and sounds extraordinarily compacted for a final effect extremely (I would say also unfortunately) precise of what is happening.
And this second work shows us a band more intent on combining electronic music and its ever-present need to circumscribe its identity in an increasingly contaminated Darkwave.
Perhaps a less obscure band than in the past, musically speaking, but with clear signs of concern that lead the songwriting inside a grey glass bell.
The guitars suffer the charm of a black-nailed rock, the voice is a seductive tombstone that is also able to caress.
The feeling remains that their constant search for truth occasionally leads them into industrial territories, more in mood than in music.
A pleasant sense of restlessness permeates the whole to give this work a remarkable approach to a more than ever necessary farewell to dreams.
The melody presents itself and it is the light of the universe that knows no day, where the rays belong to history, as if the millennia were companions of shadows and fears.
No connection with other Italian bands that copy and paste this kind of music: there is an identity that differs from all this, giving us the joy of being able to define them as combative, resistant, brave.
A rich album that leads to a serenity that doesn't make you smile but rather reflect: songs like glass paper that remove the superfluous and streamline the mind. It’s like receiving as a gift a sprinkling of conscious and active darkness: a faithful friend who knows how to remove all the damage that illusions create.
A hard but elegant work, which can be used if you want to exclude tendencies to wastefulness: the guys from Turin advance inside the central nervous system, offering accurate sounds that, as precise as a devilish smile, make us slim and pragmatic.
The Savoy city once again presents the world with a band that can leave this land to conquer others far away: may glory be with them.
Blow out the candles now, because we will travel towards their ten sound footprints and make an intense path within which we will walk with the right fear.
The fact that the 80s are the well from which to draw strength is immediately clear with the opening ROOMS OF MASKS, the track closest to the Synthwave and Darkwave oscillations of two fundamental bands: Legendary Pink Dots and Clan of Xymox. Silvio Oreste's guitar solo is a wonderful cry reminiscent of Killing Joke and the feeling that everything is the cry of a wounded dolphin.
With SWEEPER the rhythm dictated by Rik Guido on bass and Paolo Accossato on drums emanates purple energy with the electronic music guided by Marco Caliandro on synth. which reminds us how with a few chords you can generate addiction.
The rhythm remains high but with the seduction of suggestive slow parts in the following STRIATE BODY, where the rhythm changes, the sensual crooning and the synth and guitar games on the side of the hardest Post-punk of the swans from Birmingham Au Pairs gives us the magic of the old times.
We catch our breath with AUTUMN, a bridge full of Minimal Wave ice cubes to savour northern French nostalgia. Subtle and heavy, the song is a colourful interlude of autumnal value from a Godard movie.
We move on to Germany with the next N.U. which is able to show the temporal embrace between the poignant melody of vocals and a slow electropop with its sides covered with Kraftwerk and Frozen Plasma's Synthpop/Futurepop.
DAWN OF PLUTO is one of two examples of their maturity: from the thoroughbred guitar that hisses and scratches, to the bass that masks its devotion to Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, to vocals that bring us back to Killing Joke's Euphoria in the chorus.
The main track arrives: the erotic chaos of NYCTOPHILIA, the howling of ravening souls and nomads in search of melodic consolation.
X brings us back to the sensual timbre of Namnambulu with small E.B.M. traces in the singing mode, while the guitar shows us a talent that takes the night on poignant fingertips.
The band from Turin plays one more ace with THE FALL: here everything makes you think that even the more resistant strength can give in to the wretched sirens that twist your eardrums to make them surrender.
CLIMBING UP THE LONELINESS is the shutter that closes the light with the sidereal tone of Silvio, captain of a spaceship aiming for the heart of the universe, able to find in the guitar solo the way to make the stars surrender.
Splendid, sad and magnetic, the song encapsulates all the depth of a work that deserves an extended applause.
Alex Dematteis
Musicshockworld
Salford
10th April 2022
ESTETICA NOIR:
Silvio Oreste - Vocals, Guitars, Programming
Rik Guido - Bass
Paolo Accossato - Drums
Marco Caliandro - Synth, Programming, Back Vocals
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