Think of Spacemen 3's oblique folk tunes, an army of rocking chairs calling you to seat: once you sit, well, you get enraptured by his mesmeric as well as drunk/drugging swinging motion. That's what happens with Woke, the album's title track Destination Uknown, Loosely, and if you dare to stand up, you go through the slow downfall off the spire of Silver Pines. You might play this instrumental track on loop.
His LP debut record (cfr. discography here) is wisely well crafted. I don't think there is anything similar under the Italian indie music scene umbrella. It gently eye blinks psychedelia, alt-folk music. An Echo and Vanishing Sky are simply two magic sound stones you place on the foreheadof to embrace self-hypnosis. I can almost see those sexy dancing of the gypsy spirits on my chest. Flaming, spiritual movements. His backing band, playing percussions, trumpet, clarinet, bouzouki, organ, chimes, acoustic/electric fuzzed guitars (hey hi ciao there Paolo Tortora!) are the sparks of that holy fire you can see on the artwork.
Marsiglia records, here together with Torto Editions, still so cool. Keyword for this review: cool.
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