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I would like to say a few things regarding the "work" I'm doing on this album: the first is that this is not a review, the second is that surely someone will (perhaps rightfully) disagree, the third I don't know.
Just like I don't know who knows this Charalambides, who released their first universally known work in 1992, "Our Bed Is Green"; they are Market Squame, Tom Carter, Christina Carter, Heather Leigh Murray; the latter replaces Jason Bill in this latest work. The work dates back to 2004 and is released with the label Kranky.
I don't like talking about the heavenly sensations and poetic visions that forms of art like music evoke in me; the reasons for this approach I follow are several:
- I'm not good with words (although I consider myself an excellent receiver of emotions)
- with words, sometimes, you risk ruining everything
- with words you can't explain everything
Charalambides make music; speaking of degenerates, I could tell you a bit of blues, a bit of classic rock, but mostly pure state psychedelia. Excuse me but I really don't know what to tell you, listening left me totally indifferent; continuous chants (I propose to you the first track "Here Not Here", where the title already gives you an idea of what you're getting into) space travels, urban, environmental, torments, screams, laments, scratching sounds, caressed noises; a mess...
This album, unlike the specialized critique (I am certainly not one!), I don't like, I tell you with crystalline sincerity, even though with the same sincerity I extremely appreciate their work for their artistic honesty, the originality of the proposal. You should know that I've never used LSD; after listening to this album, I asked myself a question: could some travel drugs help me love this album? Maybe yes, maybe no.
I hope to have generated some interest in you and I want to emphasize that it is not a substandard work, but that TO ME, it simply doesn't touch me that much.
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