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She Sells Seashells

(13tx internet release, 37'55'' - 2010)

 | pall youhideme
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Lounge pop delight, orchestral yet minimal, memories, sandals and cocktails at a pool party with The High Lamas and Remington Super 60, - She Sells Seashells is the personal brainchild of composer John Lane, from Baltimore, Maryland, USA, - helped out by His friends in USA and Europe with tuneful boy/girl vocals (duets and solo) and instruments, tracks guided by a recurring organ-leitmotiv spacing between sugar harmonies, xylophone, quiet percussions and loads of chill out and relax.
You can hear the sea waves in Fitness Suite, - where the summer Sun hits hard like a sedative while You're sipping a deserved mojito, - then next to You it might occur some light psychedelic swoon (Remember The Zoo), kaleidoscopic hallucinations / pink elephants, - a sound combination of lovable tempos and bittersweet lo-fi bossanova (The First / Last Umbrella), - hypnagogic auditory alteration, 'mastered and mixed in MONO', as the notes say.
This box of (inevitably pet) sounds is fully enjoyable, able of a remarkable Summer nostalgic emphasis; - to niptick and just pay attention on flaws, I note that the abstract role of a missing lead vocalist somehow might affect the memorable success of this beautiful record. Said that, now go on, let me go back to the party, this drink, I mean, the Music is exquisite.

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Delizie lounge pop, orchestrale ma minimale, memorie, sandali e cocktail ad un party in piscina con The High Lamas e Remington Super 60, - She Sells Seashells è il personale parto del compositore John Lane, da Baltimora, Maryland, USA, - aiutato dai Suoi amici in loco e in Europa con melodiosi duetti e solo boy/girl e relativi strumenti, tracce guidate da un leitmotiv d'organo ricorrente che spazia tra armonie zuccherose, xilofono, quiete percussioni e cariche di chill out e relax.
Si possono sentire le onde del mare in Fitness Suite, dove il Sole estivo picchia duro come un sedativo mentre Voi state sorseggiando un meritato mojito, - qualcuno accanto a voi potrebbe avere un piccolo deliquio psichedelico (Remember The Zoo), - caleidoscopiche allucinazioni, elefanti rosa, - una combinazione sonora di beat amabili e agrodolce bossanova lo-fi (The First / Last Umbrella), - un'alterazione uditiva ipnagogica, 'mastered and mixed in MONO', come dicono le note di copertina.
Questa scatola di (inevitabilmente pet) sounds è pienamente godibile, capace di una rimarchevole enfasi da nostalgia estiva; giusto per cercare il pelo nell'uovo, direi che la figura astratta e/o mancanza di una voce principale in queste composizioni potrebbe affettare il successo memorabile di questo bel disco. Detto ciò - andiamo avanti, torniamo al party, questo drink, anzi, questa Musica è squisita.

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