Art Zoyd
Berlin

I'm writing my first review because I want to share with other music enthusiasts like me the strong emotions I experienced listening to this album by Art Zoyd.

In a unique music store, I am drawn to a particular cover: an anthropomorphic figure with an unsettling appearance reaching forward.

Putting on my glasses to better see what it's about, the title "Berlin" captivates me further, given my recent and thrilling tourist visit with friends in the German capital.

I decide to purchase it.

I get into the car and, eager to listen, I immediately insert the CD.

Wonder and astonishment are my first sensations at the start of "Epithalame".

Psychedelic electronics that obscure my path (even today I don't remember the road I took to get back).

Arriving safe and sound despite it all, I transfer the disc to the home player and continue listening:

The listening of "A Drum, A drum" adds wonder, creating a dark atmosphere that I hadn't recalled since the time when this genre fascinated me more than all others, with callbacks to the atmospheres that only one of my favorite artists, "Diamanda Galas", could create with the album "Saint of the Pit".

The rhythm of "Petite Messe à l'Usage des Pharmaciens" in the three pieces, Offertoire, Kyrie, and Introit, honors the track's title, as the obsessive repetition of the rhythm sanctifies its aura (as in religions where the sacred is achieved through the repetition of gestures and propositions).

Finally, after listening to the beautiful "Unsex Me Here", having reached the soul's depths I find myself enchanted, thinking of other worlds, beyond the real.

Thus a work that will not leave anyone indifferent and which I highly recommend.

Evidence of this is the fact that I have extracted the opening of "Epithalame" as my cell phone ringtone: when I receive a call, those nearby express verbally or physically the unease they experience upon hearing it.

Ciquj