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Minecraft - Volume Alpha

THE REVIEW

These will be minced words, detached from "how" and "when", neither saved nor perhaps considered. Words devoid of easy flattery and allure, stripped of conjunctions and concepts. Words not obsessed or trained to compliments, indifferent to frames and altars. They will be fast and brief, fragile and washed-out… they could therefore be called "true" if my conviction led me to believe I did not use the reason of the hands.

I have never listened to an ambient genre album, I don't even know what "ambient" music is, and today I care little to find out, to be honest, if not for the fact that my youth was unconsciously taken by this musical genre and I am indebted to it.
By making quick calculations, I come to discover that more than half of my life has been played by an ambient music album.

It is also true that Germany has always accustomed us to every form of transgression.

I neither want nor can talk about its beauty; I do not have the expertise. I blissfully bask in my afternoon memories spent in the room inventing a new life at every moment.

The soliloquy is shared among every young person of the 2000s. We tell each other of different worlds and environments, different plains and deserts, different hours and days, but nostalgia is a founding essence and empathy a primordial condition of all testimonies.
These are conversations that those of a certain age cannot understand, just as they cannot grasp certain exaggerations, like if I were to say that we are facing one of the most important albums of the XXI century considering what it belongs to.

These are misleading and inconsiderate words. Indifferent to frames and altars not lived on one's skin and memory.