Breathless
Three Times and Waving

Already Dubuffet's cover conveys a suspension, the art brut of animistic spontaneity, sparse romanticism. It is surprising that from the band, after their first work, nothing more was expected in terms of progression to an improvement of frequencies that were already close to perfection. The game of playing with "glass marbles" had already transported us to tricks of other dimensions, we were exceedingly satisfied.

And yet, lo and behold, the second release compels us to rush to psychically exercise ourselves to withstand the surplus of this abundance of emotional structure inflicted upon us. Wonderfully stunned by the even more unexpected.

It is an ocean of regressive hypnosis where all the déjà vus and parallel realities toss us around in a cleansing of the aura, where a mystical Sidol makes the happy memories we had buried shine. The evident gleam that the polishing cream achieves is merely the will to persevere in a dazzling and calm approach to reclaiming our inner joys.

Purged of material desires and dipping with full hands into a conscious naïveté, we rejoice without too many sound sophistications. The privacy of the private fosters aggregation in the intimacy of solitude. The result satisfies us in the sweetness of discovery. The emanation flows ecstatically and the impalpable levitation transports us without induced thoughts to free zones where associations cannot bind us, where the heart functions as it should.

Where in the first LP there was superb sensationalism in the excitement of having recognized the "straight path," this one has more humanity, impersonally there is room for everyone. Let's make ourselves comfortable...