Mi trovo di nuovo a parlare degli Sciflyer,
per qualche misteriosa congiunzione. Tutto vero. Non è un caso che
succeda adesso, quando l'estate muta il cielo in toni liliacei. Questa
musica malinconica ben si adatta alle intemperie propizianti il piu
caduco degli autunni, ma è un sentimento leggero come una scia troppo
veloce per essere seguita oltre il punto convergente dell'orizzonte.
Principalmente è psichedelia, la passione del gruppo, sempre più
dreamy-pop sentimental. Non c'è alcuna ombra che attraversa questo
specchio d'acqua, solo una increspatura azzurra propagata come onda di
suono essudata da un soffio sulla superficie. Sembrano canzoni esistite
da sempre in un libro ideale della memoria di quanto è buono: non che
il titolo del lavoro, The Age of Lovely, Intimate Things,
nasconda già di per sè nulla del vagheggiamento idilliaco che ne è il
motivo portante. L'artwork è raffigurante l'immagine sfocata di una
foresta che pare incendiare (almeno a me), una sagoma umana vi si
approssima pacatamente, altrettanto indistinta.
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Here i am, one more time talking of Sciflyer, maybe under some mysterious conjunction. All true. It's not random it arrives now, when summer turns the sky in lilies-ish tones. This melancholical music best joins with first promising rains of Autumn decay, - but it's a light feeling, light as a quick sign, too quick than You cannot follow it any further besides the point converging with the horizon. No shades cross this water mirror, - just an azure stain oversounding like a wave whispered along the surface. These are songs that exist since ever into an ideal memory book of what there's good: and as it can preview, neithern the title, The Age of Lovely, Intimate Things, wants to hide this idyllic idea of ecstatic digression, - strong point with this production. The artwork sees a blurred imagine of a forest that looks to be in flames (at lease, that seems to me), as well, out of focus, a shadow of a human next to merge unto.
- sample mp3 (via ToneVendor):
o3. The Samething goes for Christmas
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Here i am, one more time talking of Sciflyer, maybe under some mysterious conjunction. All true. It's not random it arrives now, when summer turns the sky in lilies-ish tones. This melancholical music best joins with first promising rains of Autumn decay, - but it's a light feeling, light as a quick sign, too quick than You cannot follow it any further besides the point converging with the horizon. No shades cross this water mirror, - just an azure stain oversounding like a wave whispered along the surface. These are songs that exist since ever into an ideal memory book of what there's good: and as it can preview, neithern the title, The Age of Lovely, Intimate Things, wants to hide this idyllic idea of ecstatic digression, - strong point with this production. The artwork sees a blurred imagine of a forest that looks to be in flames (at lease, that seems to me), as well, out of focus, a shadow of a human next to merge unto.
- sample mp3 (via ToneVendor):
o3. The Samething goes for Christmas
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