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Rating: Difficult to translate into words the emotions evoked by this musical poem. One recycles clichés, other people's thoughts, it's easy to fall into cheap rhetoric, into an artificial mannerism that makes the thought sail beyond the safe haven of our sincere feeling.
Indeed, very difficult. How can one communicate only with the heart the beauty, forgetting for a moment the booklet of beautiful empty phrases we have in our heads like the attachments of the great word craftsmen's series sold monthly at newsstands. Words. Words, if you pound them with your fist, all you hear is a dull empty echo.
How to explain that "Enthralled By The Wind Of Loneliness" by the Swede Peter Anderson is a masterpiece.
Solitary nocturnal ambient. Dreamlike nature, electronics, Gregorian chants, mysterious ethnic percussion, shadows emerging from a gothic universe, icy unease, metaphysical Dead Can Dance, vampiric Popol Vuh, manipulated in total isolation creating a world beyond the mists, the ruins of a cathedral inhabited by mysterious presences.
Words. Words that will never do justice to this unreachable symphony of desolate solitude that with its beauty warms the soul.
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