Paolo Cantù e Xabier Iriondo si ritrovano per un secondo capitolo dopo il s/t del 2005 (leggi passata komarecensio),
passando dalle precedenti serie di tensioni free-jazz ad un disco
piuttosto tantrico e drogato, atipico ma con esplosioni kraut (mi
vengono in mente i Kroko): insomma, il sound suicida che fa da bandiera a casa Wallace, quello sapientemente ragionato nelle sinistre angolature per suite da quarantena.
Federico Ciappini (Six Minute War Madness)
bisbiglia
maligno in qlc traccia, mentre i due puppi in copertina battagliano con
un mezzo messaggio subliminale di satira patriota, - nel frattempo
Cantù e Iriondo
riescono a far risuonare e vibrare con scienza tutto quanto nasconda un
suono, - oppure praticano l'autoipnosi nell'acustica brillante Wir Sind Ein Opernbau - come su Lost R 16 pm - o viaggiano nell'ottimo jazz spezzato dei fiati di Dentro al Muro.
Sarei curioso di vederLi/sentirLi dal vivo, - di sicuro però vorrei
star seduto ad un tavolo con qualcosa da bere, - anche un té fumante va
benone.
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Paolo Cantù e Xabier Iriondo one more time together for a second chapter following s/t release of 2005 (read past komareview ), - coming from previous series of free-jazz voltage to a new album somewhat tantric and stoned, untypical altough with kraut explosions (let me cite Kroko): i mean, it's the suicidal well-known sound of Wallace rec - that one wisely well-grounded in its sinister slants - perfect for a quarantine room. Federico Ciappini (formerly from Six Minute War Madness) evil whispers over a couple of tracks while on the album cover two sicilian puppets are into a fight, in the middle of a subliminal nationalistic satire, - in the meanwhile Cantù and Iriondo are able to take-out sound of everything They touch - or experience the self-hypnosis through the bright acoustic Wir Sind Ein Opernbau - as well over Lost R 16 pm - else travelling along the excellent broken jazz Dentro al Muro enriched with the winds. I'd be very curious to see Them performing live, - altough of course i'd need to sit and drink something, even a cup of steaming tea.
ƒ˜mp3 [via label]:
.o2. Asilo (Cappabianca)
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Paolo Cantù e Xabier Iriondo one more time together for a second chapter following s/t release of 2005 (read past komareview ), - coming from previous series of free-jazz voltage to a new album somewhat tantric and stoned, untypical altough with kraut explosions (let me cite Kroko): i mean, it's the suicidal well-known sound of Wallace rec - that one wisely well-grounded in its sinister slants - perfect for a quarantine room. Federico Ciappini (formerly from Six Minute War Madness) evil whispers over a couple of tracks while on the album cover two sicilian puppets are into a fight, in the middle of a subliminal nationalistic satire, - in the meanwhile Cantù and Iriondo are able to take-out sound of everything They touch - or experience the self-hypnosis through the bright acoustic Wir Sind Ein Opernbau - as well over Lost R 16 pm - else travelling along the excellent broken jazz Dentro al Muro enriched with the winds. I'd be very curious to see Them performing live, - altough of course i'd need to sit and drink something, even a cup of steaming tea.
ƒ˜mp3 [via label]:
.o2. Asilo (Cappabianca)
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