Four years after album Cinque Piccoli Pezzi Per Gruppo Con Titolo… (read review on some koma ago), Aidoru are back, now released by Snowdonia rec. Four years and no records, but by the way They've been often touring italy, melting Their music experience with figurative theater of Mariangela Gualtieri (dreaming voice on Io guardo spesso il cielo). Title of this album is not sincere at all, - Aidoru stay once more like kamikaze heroes of a indefinite music genre out of line. Kamikaze, because these 13 tracks don't want to follow a common line. Opening title starts with a harsh drumming, full saturation, pure tension, - and a moment before You ears hurt, Nothing Infinity Reality comes as a tablet, sort of trip dear to Air/Royksopp, with vocoder and synth, - melancoly in all its range. Of previous album, You can just find back the french after-taste of Blonde Redhead in Phase Difference, with an excellent guitar play, moog and a special instrumental crescendo. - Or else, enojoy the desperate and fast run to the void of Se Dormi (linked to hell piano of Ossicine), - or jump to the nocturnal Fas 3 Bis, indolent jazz-like. - Then, guys drive completly mad into Wyatt-ish melodical fusion with Se la parola amore, or short-term effect of 32 seconds of Giorni, or the fairy taste of Angelo Gnomo (do You know Angelo Branduardi out there?), - and still, Parole Porte Parole Ali with john de leo (of italian quintorigo). Aidoru don't want to follow a unique genre, because it's not enough for them to describe all sensations and feelings They keep inside: jumping through lines They can give Their best. - A beautiful suicidal album (that's why Snowdonia released).
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