Audrey
Visible Forms

Once there was Bjork, and now there are the Audrey. What a debut, folks! A female quartet of charming Swedish "girls" that I am about to introduce to you. And my female pride is celebrating. We know how to touch instruments and how to bring out the essence; you guys can just forget about it (and retune it, no?). Hopefully, this time you'll truly enjoy the tingling fingers of these Scandinavian women, you moody, turbulent, and hopefully turgid guys.

These beautiful and talented ladies come from Henan, a remote village on the island of Orust. This time, Sardinia has nothing to do with it, but I still want to call them the Orustane. Rebecca, Victoria, Emilie, and Anna have talent to spare and many musical ideas in their seven-note synapses. Lipsticks, mascara, but also picks and sheet music in their Gucci bags (hopefully... and I’m proudly from Florence, defending our Brands... indeed!). Piano, bass, cello, drums, winds, and juicy expressive voices. Two blondes and two brunettes to satisfy all hair color lovers. Something in their "sonic mood" evokes and reminds of the restless warmth of "Low" or the settings of "Sigur Ros," just to give an idea of the primordial soup or the "Euterpic bosom" that nourished them, determining their musical approach or style; at least that's what I assume from listening to them.

Nine tracks of dissonant charm (they have an extra semitone... do I have to explain everything?). The first track "Mecklenburg" starts with very Royksopp-like piano inlays and immediately transports you to a microuniverse of sound that is sweet but not cloying, into a serene realm of peaceful and meditative sounds. And the voice, in the beginning, immediately brings to mind the Icelandic elf Guomundsdottirrico. In "Wiews," a full and delicate bow stroke makes a playful and counterpoint cello resonate. The singer semi-raps or recites emphatically, adding substance to the high specific weight verbalization. In "Six Yields," guitar and cello play hide and seek on the staff. And what a drummer, who, although slightly academic, hammers the bass drum, snare, and toms correctly, without any flaws (and there better not be any; they're young and in their prime), sikké!! A nice breath blows in the intro to "Treacherous Art," a single held and repeated note. Is that all it does? In a flash, it proves me wrong, rummaging with a brass variation expertly. In "Plain Pieces," once again! The cello brushes sorrowful and requiem-like notes. How much I like this instrument! Many of my friends prefer the sax and I've never understood why. Meanwhile, an enchanting and nonchalant voice, with a vaguely Dolores-like quality, warbles.

"Leaving/Letting go" is imaginative with a classical texture, opening pathways to images that appear in abundance. It ends in beauty with "Traverse," in an ecstatic epilogue; a rarefied and sublime musical rendition of sensory peace and harmony in the absence of conflict. Everything is really beautiful here; guitar, voice, and everything else. I was ready for this syntactic-musical Apogee that I sensed along the way, evidently not Baglioni-like. This is a track that will TRAVERSE you like an autogenic training mantra: "I AM CALM, SERENE, AND RELAXED." What a show! What a delight: "Pale Maiden Music / Queen of melody." Are you drawn to heartrending melancholy? musical spleen? do you adore played romanticism? the "neo-prog"? are you promoters of post-rock? Then this "Visible Structure," even to the inhabitants of Prague, is for you. Do you get excited listening to the voicing of presumed naive virgins? Have a positive reception for dense depressing yet strangely revitalizing and invigorating textures. Don’t mind "lounge" and "ambient"? Then what are you waiting for? Find a way to get your hands on Audrey's "Visible Forms"… and you won’t regret it!!

I warn those three, four idiots who hang around this site that, once they see a girl's signature, they will predictably unleash their bestial instincts and pretexts, which I won’t dignify with a response. In fact, I’ll preemptively throw at them an aphorism or a couplet, as you will: "Repressed male/masturbate in the bathroom!!!" All peaceful and objective visitors, all healthy supporters of debate and mutual exchange of opinions will be welcome guests on this page and appreciated and stimulating interlocutors. Rebecca, Victoria, Emilie, and Anna are at your disposal! And they eagerly await you! And Laurafiesolana too, evidently.

"Senora, donde hay musica, no puede haber cosa mala" Cervantes, Don Quixote, part two, chapter 34.