Within the past few hours the Italian sylphwave project Massimo Ruberti released the EP Granchite Yumtruso PT 2.
Cascading like a fireworks borne on high winds on a rainy night spreading far and wide, smudged, yet fluorescent luminescence so the roughly twenty eight minutes five track release spirits through the room.
There is an underlying finesse to the tracks which is smudged by forces unknown allowing Massimo Ruberti, in Granchite Yumtruso PT 2 to disport a reveal which minds the listener of an abbreviation of MCMXC AD. by Enigma – a thought intended not to be in the least disparaging, merely the reality of the world of 2018, when spending an hour of pre-foreplay is shortened to a quickie knee-trembler and the whole thing over and parties asleep within less than half an hour of initial interaction.
It has taken me a while to get to PROJECT-TO as I have just discovered an email of introduction which has been laying unopened in my email inbox for just over a year, therefor my apologies to one and all.
Recently to surface was the LP Black Revised – a dystopian-ambient-techno six track album. Pulsing beats are merged within an industrial glitch, yet, despite the menacing presence the listener finds themselves becalmed by the hypnotic waves of sound that course through the bloodstream.
A roughly thirty two minutes LP which is best heard in its entirety – by way of an introduction the fourth track – Rebirth.
The Italian indie-groove project Ellis Cloud released the LP Born In The 20’s on the 17th.
A ten track album which runs for roughly thirty two minutes and throughout its duration the listener can’t help other than join in with the beats whilst smiling broadly as Ellis Cloud delivers music to start the party. Of more import this is music in which the listener can glean both physical exertion and mental exercise as the one thing it isn’t is wallpaper paste.
Comprehensively written tracks are curled by complexities of instrumentation, changing pace and a expressive vocal in which the cerebrum can alight as well as the limbs; lungs and heart.
My selection being the ska booted, seventh and title track Born In The 20’s.
The Italian slowgaze duo Tomorrow Forever released their eponymous EP on the 22nd.
Tomorrow Forever – photo credit – Edoardo Crespi
Welded deeply in to ’60s psychedelia the pairing are able to refresh the ideas more accommodating for the more typical goldfish like attention span of an audience of the ’10s with no track extending over five minutes, yet within that curtailed framework are able to deliver music which seeps billowing clouds of hazy expansive sound which quietly flows through the arteries to deliver in to the brain a dose of becalming dopamine and resulting lay copious layers of feel good in which the listener is invited to lay becalmed of the stresses of daily life.
Those more perspicacious of the nature of my writing over the years, where I often develop allegory through prose, through, both the wording and also in construct of the article, will have noticed, whilst the thoughts on the music are bounded by recognition that Tomorrow Forever phrase their sounds to their abbreviated habituation, the body of this review merely contains three sentences and three paragraphs, harking more of ’60s psychedelia than ’10s brevity, hence intimating that extended versions of each individual track would, in my view, not be excessive.
The second track of the EP (available on bandcamp) being Do You Feel What I Feel?.
The Italian electro-rock trio March Division are finalising details of an EP due for release later in the year.
It has been a couple of years since March Division last featured, which is the reality of the fact that they have been burrowed away contemplating of new ideas and a different sound, rather than my own omissions.
From the forthcoming EP Pale Noon discovers the trio in darker countenance than material previously featured as the sultry layering of the track fills the ears with a beat to enjoy on a submerged club dance-floor with purple hued strobes, briefly alighting on others perspiring torsos, throbbing through the room.