Phyll Smith is a higher spirit, a creature able to forge sounds/sonorities/ambients/spells - strict domain of the Oneiric, - dreams as well as nightmares: - and She can do it, She translates them with a very good taste, - flowing through reverbered guitars, metals, resounding sculptures, ebow, loops, percussions, hand made effects, - and also, pardon, over all her Splendid voice, - siren, Muse, angel. Her Music is a monolith vibrating (Inner Wavelenght) mesmeric powers, appeals for individuality awakening (Bar Code), hypnagocical icons of seraphies pressing eyes because of too much light coming out of heavenly bliss (title-trk), - because the beatitude of this Musa oscura glitters of a different sparkle. - Each time i listen her soundscapes i feel a shiver and keep on loving what i hear without stop this quiver: You have to lay, and let Your-self drift away by this push (You do not have to be guided, but just this push to fade away with Your fantasies). - Remembering is, as She wrote, 'dedicated to the memory of youth & innocence'. If You love Dead Can Dance, together with a excellent dark guitar experimentalism à la Sonic Youth, - or, more simply, if You have heart for Beauty. - Oh well, if You don't get in touch with Her, i guess there's no reason to keep on reading this fanzine..
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