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Very often erudition and emotion do not go hand in hand. I mean those many authors who, to demonstrate their true talent, are somehow forced to abandon their more communicative side. This does not happen with this album by Carateker, one of the many pseudonyms of James Leyland Kirby.
The album takes us to a very distant village festival, when you walk through the dark alleys before arriving under the bandstand to listen to the band. Then to a thirties film with a jazz orchestra or to the enclosed sounds of forties records without highs and lows, but with an underlying mood that is soothing and intriguing. All always accompanied by the hiss of a well-played 33 rpm record. An album that can incredibly appeal to both the grandmother and the grandson accustomed to more explosive sounds. An atmosphere of infinite and ethereal sweetness, an excellent work by a mature and pleasant artist.
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