Alberto Novello - Rob Mazurek
Sun Eaters
(6tx Vinyl disc / DGTL - Hive Mind rec 2025)
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Alberto Novello and Rob Mazurek joined forces and started to eat our burning star.
Both master their role. Rob Mazurek's discography is huge and juicy since day one. Alberto Novello relentlessly goes by the same path.
Padova meets Chicago, "recorded in a single afternoon at Dobialab, an experimental artist run space in Northern Italy", these 6 track record perfectly pictures their excercise of retrofuturistic jazz, tinted with psychedelic consciouness (the bittersweet solitude of Automaton Phase 27), where Novello governs the laws of nonsense abstractism through analogue synthetizers, boasting a variety of amazing architectures, intertwining and altering the sacredness of Mazurek's trumpet winds - what probably is meant to embody and which portraits humanity in all this pitch‑shifting chaos driven universe of wires and knurled controllers. Luchadores Sudden Embrace and Ricochet Edge Verse pulse and buzz over this hypnotic synesthesia oscillations which supply a depth connectivity to the listener's inner self. Pretty allucinatory before going instrospective. Like the shamanic mysticism of final track A New Mycological Framework of Narrative. Or probably that's just the mean to its end: crashing over the Sun and think you eat it.
Both master their role. Rob Mazurek's discography is huge and juicy since day one. Alberto Novello relentlessly goes by the same path.
Padova meets Chicago, "recorded in a single afternoon at Dobialab, an experimental artist run space in Northern Italy", these 6 track record perfectly pictures their excercise of retrofuturistic jazz, tinted with psychedelic consciouness (the bittersweet solitude of Automaton Phase 27), where Novello governs the laws of nonsense abstractism through analogue synthetizers, boasting a variety of amazing architectures, intertwining and altering the sacredness of Mazurek's trumpet winds - what probably is meant to embody and which portraits humanity in all this pitch‑shifting chaos driven universe of wires and knurled controllers. Luchadores Sudden Embrace and Ricochet Edge Verse pulse and buzz over this hypnotic synesthesia oscillations which supply a depth connectivity to the listener's inner self. Pretty allucinatory before going instrospective. Like the shamanic mysticism of final track A New Mycological Framework of Narrative. Or probably that's just the mean to its end: crashing over the Sun and think you eat it.
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