Aereogramme
Seclusion

Could I want you
More than I remember
A good sign I hope
Emotion on loanCurse my lack of self
My lack of patience
I know we'll be fine
I hope that I'm rightIf this isn't love
Then what have I been searching for
A calm empty mind
Is something that I'll never find
Or need to defineSo it seems
I can't control this fever
The carousel mind
Some trouble to fightHumbled, call us one I'll call you Inkwell
My long suffering muse
I better not shout about itIf this isn't love
Then what have I been searching for
A calm empty mind
Something that I'll never find
Or need to define
To defineSee how they run about
See how they rise
See how they run about
See how they riseIf this isn't love
Then what have I been searching for
A calm empty mind
There's something that I'll never find
Or need to define
Aereogramme.

And there are three.
The trend of mini albums, so celebrated in Italy by the generous and revolutionary… Biagio Antonacci, is in full swing. Aereogramme seize this opportunity to celebrate their return to the scene, quite lost and mysterious, truly, similar to the organizations of the Carbonari of the 1800s. They do it with this mini album of six songs. After the album “Sleep and Release” which had made such an impact, the Scottish group confirms the impressions already aroused in 2001. After a series of acoustic CDs and rarities (as if we all sang their songs in the shower, right? Just imagine), they return with a carefully stitched embroidery. “Seclusion” starts with “Inkwell”, a "tough" song that resumes the melodic canons already inherent in the previous album. Prominent bass, repetitive guitar of a few simple chords, and a rolling drum. If melodically they confirm what has already been heard with a decent maturation, it's pleasant to hear a more modulated voice, to say more in line with the songs. The habit, which had made some frown, of a voice far too "selfish" seems lost. The melody cannot do without the voice: Aereogramme understand this. And the result rewards them. The second track of this mini album “Dreams and Bridges”, presents basic electronic hints. But what stands out is the maturity of the sound, the power of the drums, and above all the rhythm, pounding, then slow, preparing to fade away. At the third track, we understand the additional quid that makes them perfectly at ease in this melodic, hard, raw, and perfectly detailed post-rock (this label is owed to me ed). It’s their best song, long, endowed with an atmosphere that gradually rises, making you anticipate a climax, but it would be banal. And it's not, indeed. The last three tracks are further confirmation of how good there is in the rock of Aereogramme, a band I am beginning to love. They are not a shooting star. They are simply brilliant. If among touches of Tool, bursts of Radiohead, Muse, and Spanish-flavored tricks, one is able not to get lost and not to reduce an album to mere imitation of uselessly soaked sounds, well, Chapeau.