is often not at all easy to explain in words what the ear perceives. It takes inspiration, a good day, no hassles and, damn, even a bit of luck. I think the same thing applies to the composing, improvisation because sometimes plays tricks and makes us look brilliant in fact what is not.
This is definitely an experiment piano. An experiment by scholars. An experiment without experiments. The shadow of the historic
Lepers Production, Alexander De Large, dusts off the instrument sparingly by the keys of ivory, and is concentrated with the same unwillingness on Saturday afternoon for a hard-edged view of the heart and rubbery.
Candy bitter denatonium benzoate to make its effect in three quarters of an hour of pure evocation chamber, where you can hear the same humming serenity of a spring day, zigzagging and similarly the crystallisation underground crypt. An irreverent chiaroscuro contrast, powerful, in which the memory is lost and then not meet. Not the usual hard piano, and at the same time is not as crazy or eccentric or other outputs Lepers Hysm?. Nothing Exists is apnea, is the conspiracy, is the sound of the last goodnight.
tired fingers slide between the keys, without choreography or paper drapes "happy birthday", there remains a sense of emptiness, of asphyxiation limp, a long wait for Great Gatsby, while it actually sleeping on the couch. The music does not arise neither objective nor limits, no orgasm not want to get discouraged: it all flows just as it should be. Always.
The title track is a manifesto Best of the disc, which dissolves the latest romantic illusions in cold and apathetic drops of laudanum, the pace is slow, almost somnolent, however, able to create a ghostly atmosphere that invades the entire disc. A bittersweet latent continuous and continues unabated: Can not take my eyes off you and Morricone Waltz instil fear from a cold baby, so thick and pernicious is the charge of the plan. Wikipedia
do not know shit about love, repainting with black fuzzy echo that recalls (forse!) to the famous Air on G String by Bach, without which this can be proved with certainty! Hand of Glory is certainly the most beautiful chance, a very retro brechetiana epidermis, draws the listener's attention without being invasive or without changing the voltage of the disc. Of note
Get pissed, destroyd, the lively reminder of the silent cinema, unbuttoned, vibroso, pagan and composure on the capacities bourgeois nice curtain!
Nothing Exists is the key to the problem, for the man who lost his lucidity ... an anesthetic against vampirization mental, and associated to De Large, let us say together: "FUCK JOHN ALLEVI !!!». Who would understand, he understood!
-Poison Heart
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