L.P. (LOWSLEY SOUNDS)

The usual crazyness of a buch of highly skilled performers able to put several different genres inside a single track. It starts with "The Man Returns From The Hereafter With A Future Flower" which goes from reggae/ska to noise and heavy giving the listener no possibility to guess what's coming next. Then "The Blood" in which the guitar jack is used as a percussive instrumet by hitting the magnets and causing electric noise. A modern classical composer, Rominetti, the first who used the electric guitar in classical compositions was used to do the same. There's again a bit of everything, including "screamo".

Should I have to try to explain what avant music is, probably the three minutes of "Nice" could make the job. A slow weird melody repeats itself in the middle of apparently randomic noises until the noises keep the scene to end in a fadeout.

The first of the three "postcards" touches reggae again but move soon to a sort of funky with distorted guitar and a sudden end. All in few more than one minute, then another minute of noise and screams comes. The crazy background choir completes it.

After all that noise, a grand piano opens the second "postcard" on which a French voice says something that I don't understand. Just another minute, then "Magpie Face" is a sort of funky-metal alternated a bass and glockenspiel in support of a weird choir and back to screams.

The first long track was also the last track in the previous release of this album. Thunders, percussion of various kind for about 3 minutes until an Em gitar chord opens the dances. Here comes noise, screams, to suddenly stop giving room to a crazy sung part followed by a slow tempo interlude promising surprises. Effectively the slow song which comes is a sort of a surprise, but the final crescendo reintroduces the original mood.

After another 1 minute "postcard" there's a more than 30 minutes long track which wasn't present in the original release. One can think to a joke or to a ghost track as the first 6 minutes are completely silent, then an a capella choir comes from far away in a very slow crescendo. "There's a voice inside my hand". is a quite strange sentence as one would expect "head", instead. It continues in that way, but at minute 10:30 a sort of soloist brings some variations, but just for a while. 25 minutes of this stuff, some noises in the end and it's done...fading it out.

They can do better.