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"The moment "after apnea" is the most painful. Air burns like fire, entrails scream. Breathing is so difficult that any driving vital force is apparently overwhelmed by the temptation of letting yourself fall deep down in water, the same water that has enveloped, warmed and blinded us throughout our life. Through fears, conflicts, uncertainties and discomfort, "Dopo l'apnea" tells of a journey that leads nowhere, but which finds its meaning in its own becoming."
-From the Bandcamp page of "Dopo l'Apnea"
From La Spezia, Buioingola emerges from the depths, pulling out of the hat a phenomenal debut: "Dopo l'Apnea". A true jewel of the Italian underground, endowed with a complex and ambitious concept and very personal sounds. Strange, atmospheric, dark, and magnetic. It is difficult to place these 35 minutes within well-defined boundaries; the mix of sounds is perfectly blended, so well mixed that they cannot be broken down. Genres and sounds are placed in a spacious cauldron where, boiling, they mix so much as to form a new substance, a pre-existing matter with no parts to assemble.
The beginning of this aimless journey, whose meaning is not ours to know, starts with a carpet of "drone" noise that's the backdrop to an audio sample taken from "Stalker" by Andrei Tarkovsky, a prelude to a dense, enigmatic, and nebulous atmosphere. You realize you are drowning and that drowning is life itself. The ocean is populated by ghosts, the demons of the depths drag down their victims.
From the Drone carpet, an imposing monolith rises, impenetrable and menacing, absorbing light.
A distorted voice rises from some abyss:
"Stab you
just to lick the wounds
I try to disarm myself
keeping the blades until next time"
One could speak of an extreme contamination between a list of genres but it would be better to talk about a single, disorienting and imposing sonic chaos that, after an inexorable and slow flow of disjointed and intransigent notes, leads to a suffocating and uneasy ending:
"I'm afraid that the lungs
will turn into gills,
because it is only the pain
that reminds me of the beginning,
it is only the pain
that reminds me of the end."
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