Già con Sedia e poi l'estemporanea esperienza 61 Winter's Hat [leggi komarecensioni], Mattia Coletti si ripresenta su catalogo Wallace
questa volta con il primo disco solista. Un'abbondanza di psichedelia
letargica cullata da arpeggi gentili di chitarra acustica e una
rarefatta elettricità statica su un paio di episodi (la pellerossa I letti di procuste).
La seicorde al centro di tutto, accompagnata a volte da voci
principalmente sussurrate o tremule che si aggrovigliano alle corte
serpentine, e percussioni quasi fantasma, lontane, - sorta di brevi
flashback di quando si era in vita, a cui gli si dedicano giusto un
paio di canali lontani del mix. I suoni sono brillanti e taglienti, un
minimalismo che brucia folk e rumoristica insieme (Starland),
in una particolare teatralità sinistra vicina a quella maschera
allegorica della copertina del disco, con alcuni lirismi di pathos Jennifer Gentle e Vincent Gallo. [vedi sotto per un mp3]
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Mattia Coletti comes out with a new title for Wallace's catalogue, formerly already with Sedia and side-project 61 Winter's Hat [read komareviews], a solo debut full of letargical psychedelia, cradle by gentle acoustic guitar riffs and a rarefied static electricity in a couple of episodes (the redskin I letti di procuste). It's the sixstrings at center of everything, sometimes accompanied overall by whispered voices, or trembling, also, tangling up short serpetines, and ghost-like percussions, from far, - sort of brief flashbacks of past life, closed in a couple of distant channels. Sounds are bright and sharp, a minimalism burning folk and rumouristic together (Starland), in a particular sinister theatrical form, close to that allegoric mask on the artwork, with some poetical pathos similar to Jennifer Gentle and Vincent Gallo.
¬mp3 [via Wallace]:
1o. - Parole d'Ocra
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Mattia Coletti comes out with a new title for Wallace's catalogue, formerly already with Sedia and side-project 61 Winter's Hat [read komareviews], a solo debut full of letargical psychedelia, cradle by gentle acoustic guitar riffs and a rarefied static electricity in a couple of episodes (the redskin I letti di procuste). It's the sixstrings at center of everything, sometimes accompanied overall by whispered voices, or trembling, also, tangling up short serpetines, and ghost-like percussions, from far, - sort of brief flashbacks of past life, closed in a couple of distant channels. Sounds are bright and sharp, a minimalism burning folk and rumouristic together (Starland), in a particular sinister theatrical form, close to that allegoric mask on the artwork, with some poetical pathos similar to Jennifer Gentle and Vincent Gallo.
¬mp3 [via Wallace]:
1o. - Parole d'Ocra
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