A.A. Williams
Forever Blue

“Exit in darkness”
The hiss of that needle was gently brushing the silence with a foggy breath,
the massacre of black hearts started from moments among London streets and alleys,
they say they spotted a dancing shadow smiling from the moor on the rooftops.

A cat woman,
a refined chanteuse who seems already to embody 7 musical lives from the beginning.

And those two gems contained in her first EP, in collaboration with Mono,
that umbilical axis London-Tokyo,
that effortless and libertine crossroads of cultures,
that vocal timbre delicate yet sovereign, confused between ecstasy and the piano,
slow and ecstatic bending of that ebony bow,
that diabolical and cold sigh the moment before that blood-soaked dart.

And illustrious victims, at the altars, first of all Andrew Eldritch who demands her presence at the opening of all his Sisters of Mercy concerts.
And the ex “Wild Beasts” Tom Fleming, who in the duet of “Dirt”, in one of the album’s most intense and lyrical moments, reaches with the cat woman that zenith without any effort, that ancestral embrace between bodies that can never again be possessed but at the same time can never again be separated...

Recorded from her home studio in her apartment in North London, with that rickety moka express boiling beside the master clock, “Forever Blue” by A.A. Williams is a delicate reflection on those feelings of isolation, autonomy, and the anxieties that surround love and loss.

With that touch of feline misanthropy, which is also the cause of the common deviation for Williams.

Golden debut of the London chanteuse, who with her folk foundations, classical training as a pianist and cellist, whispers particularly of those trails of female reflections, invisible but stunning molecules, those streets she walked, with the guitar slung over her shoulder, in the British austerity of the City, in that indifference that one breathes at Regent's Park, with that head among the clouds of Kesington Palace.

Opening initially just piano and voice, "All I Asked For (Was To End It All)", that song of the Angels that will not let you sleep, however, for nights, leaving you with that doubt if they were genuine, those cherubim.

The cat woman listening, crouched in her walls, will lay Red carpets for the visitors of those sacred abodes, who for a moment will think they’ve seen Kate Bush or the divine Polly, but maybe it was just a play of those mirrors.
That reflection that will lead you to love and suffer, like in that cover found on the street, for that other your/double person, you try to scrutinize from that shapeless glass, among those blurred and distorting contours, that will make you hold that body between those sheets by the hips, breathing in the essences of that gardenia.
Asking oneself, once again

Why is every word a lie, every gesture a falsity, every smile a grimace. What is the most difficult role?

So much of the album is found in that cover blurred in the fog, in that duality that cannot be given form,

from that skeletal sound, that essence of sound carved out of rock,

piano and voice and that vocal timbre so delicate and poignant,

which sometimes seems to shatter into a thousand shards and yet with its touching vulnerability withstands all the shocks and becomes ever more majestic.

It is difficult to find similarities and there’s no need to imagine an unpublished version of Lana Del Rey, naked and stripped of her glossy glamour, with that surprising and brutal faiblesse that allows you access to her heart to see what you find inside.
Among the many moments of the album, Johannes Persson of "Cult Of Luna", the latest victim of that dart, offers his considerable trembling larynx to the last notes of Fearless, perhaps in the heaviest moment of the record.

Attracted to what we consider beautiful, fulfilling, we perceive life with that binary division, those separate entities that allow us to browse, day after day, that daily convivial, cultivating a smile, a gentle photograph within the eternal hourglass.
A.A. Williams with much fragility reminds us that that binary choice glides smoothly into that melange of sensations, that there is no life without the thought of death, that exploration of that gray and blurred zone to create something, that is beautiful but also infinite.

Forever Blue is not just a millenary stone with 8 heraldic gems embedded, it is a poetic pilgrimage of words towards a sound distant from our thoughts, yet omnipresent, that journey traced in the sky for every person who wants to feel forever Blue.