OVER

VAN DER GRAAF GENERATOR the underground band you had to listen to to go very far, to the center of the universe... passing through the smelly smoke bark, taking the sinuous and dark paths! Peter HAMMILL his indestructible spearhead goes solo to release some pearls, let's go!

1. Crying Wolf ... yes a voice, a riff, rock, like some Alice COOPER; a break in the two-finger piano solo, yes it can be done better anyway, used; fortunately there is a small final worked to save the impression 2. Autumn follows, that's it your is in deep intimacy; piano and violin in front; a bit of Robert WYATT, a bit of BOWIE for this scratchy voice, a bit of the soundtrack 'the phantom of paradise', good at the time, but today we are entering into the nostalgic of the nostalgic, the one that scares me because with blinkers; yes I know why I walked past without stopping, almost more spleen than ANATHEMA 3. Time Heals continues... on the same basis, piano more majestic all the same, voice still heavy, ready to collapse; yes there was the romantic turmoil, yes but hey we are not going to bring back his bride...and then one is lost... it goes up a notch, the crescendo prepares and starts with a simple and orchestral moment raw, a moment when nothing can be as before, well personally it's defeatist-depressed prog, but prog 4. Alice (Letting Go) for the last attempt at reconciliation, impossible; a title where even gaiety cannot enter, a title that even Jeff BUCKLEY could not have composed just before going to bathe; a raw acoustic guitar title where is highlighted, in the light??? (dark then the light!) Peter's voice 5. (This Side Of) The Looking Glass ... and it continues to plunge even further into the depths, this climate, this land from which no light can pierce! the flute, a symphonic, grandiloquent orchestration, a moment of deep solitude; a little bucolic too but just for the climate before the storm, for the mirror of the pond before the idea of diving into it; well you have to be really fit to... dive into it in this album, even Robert just after falling off his floor had even more energy and hope, 6. Betrayed for the bitterness and resentment bursting out of Peter's mouth, the acoustic guitar alone at his side; the heartbreaking violin comes to help you sink even further into the darkness... those who wanted me to listen to it... wanted me dead, that's for sure! Here it is the voice that becomes the crescendo in a high-pitched mode, then sub-acute then harassed high-pitched...a bit of calm at the end so as not to wither away immediately 7. (On Tuesdays She Used to Do) Yoga continues with a self-criticism of her behavior towards her history; a chiseled note balanced during the phrasing amplifies the power of its deadly, masochistic and dark side, an auto-da-fé, a pamphlet on brutal Love? a melancholy but fresh title here, brightening up the album 8. Lost and Found for the last one... and here I can allow myself to write it... yes there is definitely some LOU REED in these titles, for the torrid melancholy, for the slow and dark phrasing; yes there even more, darkness, ash, opaque smoke, and this long melodic crescendo sinks directly into it.

An album to listen to when you're in good shape, when you want to lock yourself away at home for a few months to forget everything, that's what this album can be used for.