SPHERE

1. Spirals.. the killer intro; it's simple, it's predictable, but it's good; the rise with the planets, yes you have to watch the clip at the same time, 3 minutes and the obvious explosion, the orgasmic high, my andropause is starting to make itself felt??? in short giant, nothing else to write; 6 minutes and the Floydian break from their psychedelic period, we soar, we fly, we have fun in the stratosphere; a little more and we would come across the long rides of the TANGERINE DREAM, but this is not a caravan in a serene desert, it is indeed a roaring overlap between the lion and the sagittarius, it moves, it howls, it fights with notes; the finale leaves... returns to this stoner space with old keyboards and guitar that swells for a musical madness indescribable on paper! 2. Axis...sorrow yes I can't help but write it; it's organized between the titanic drums and the overloop guitar, the thing that makes you turn 180° at once; Mister Malpropre behind his keyboards throws fat, heavy, psychedelic and crazy notes at you; Boris calmly in front holds on to his guitar and distills... without moderation notes coming from.... Proxima yes it sounds redundant but what can I do? The clip on fractal images, on overlapping galaxies, on the connections of our listening cerebellum... who said it was calm, almost drowsy? A deluge of sounds to bring one to musical ecstasy and send oneself... beyond the galaxies; this divine final chorus finishes off the proguous 3. Prism ... not syncopated images, just those of a desert fest, a grand canyon, a plain, a landscape, nature; 2 minutes and bam the door to Olympus opens, the music is grandiose, majestic; we delight in falling from the clouds, ah I thought it was Olympus, in short we fall into a musical maelstrom, into a black hole merging stoner and hard from the 70s-80s here; a semblance of a growl voice surely coming from a touch of synth, ensures the train, the visual cinematic is of course on the storms, the unleashing of the climate; a title which does not leave one indifferent, which balances the emotion with a musical wall, with invasive sounds leaving no room for daydreams; here your imagination is controlled by monkey3

4. Mass with the reverberation of the first moments of Life; yes it vibrates, it tickles to the deepest of oneself; ah the heavy stoner riff which cavalcades, which swells, which swells, which... The clip takes us to the sea, under the rolls of foam, the water invades just like this frenetic solo from Boris which floods our space, which carries us away far away and brings us back at the same time... what a glass tube created musically? What a renewed space of time allowing MONKEY3 to make us leave without leaving home? Yes, their music is all that, dreamlike more than psychedelic, intimate more than expectant, borderline more than schizoid; pure beauty 5. Ida on images of flowers opening to the light of day, a slow, gently stoner ballad, that is to say an over-vitaminized post-rock version, that makes for umlauts in this column; the guitar solo warmer than on one of ANATHEMA, but just as spleen as you die; it goes up, it swells, that's it we're off again and there in just 4 minutes flat; a little disappointed with this drum roll announcing the chained end of 6. Ellipsis which returns to schizofrenetic fractals; drums and synth in direct ORESOUND SPACE COLLECTIVE style, just to make you understand that you are going to suffer; a little MONSTER MAGNET from the interludes on top, a little HAWKWIND at the back, a dose of OZRIC TENTACLES on the side and off we go; an air that seems to stagnate, to freeze, ah no it changes a little with Walter who smashes his pads; Mister almost clean floods the space with keyboard notes while Boris strikes another chord, wow, that's a repeat; in short there is only Jalil as a newcomer who puts the rhythm back in its place; break or spatial interlude, cinematic before its time, the light machine gun riff arrives, puts you on alert; yes this somewhat redundant length prepares the ground there halfway through; the riff has swelled putting the air on valve, you realize that you are moving all over the place; 11 minutes and then you can no longer control anything, the wall of sound becomes intrusive to the point that you start to cover your ears... no, it explodes like a balloon, it reverberates in a touching way, it buzzes a little, it's turned off, you are lost in the galactic immensity.