Colour Haze
All

Colour Haze, as you know, have the gift of harmony. They are a compact and massive trio that has managed to modernize the Seventies Teutonic psychedelia. Some claim they are the best band of the New Millennium, but only one thing is certain: their perfect blend of fuzzy roughness and spatial intangibility has set a standard.

"All" ('08, Elektrohasch Records) fortunately remains in the vein of their previous works but simultaneously explores new paths: it is a more conceptual, more thoughtful album. Just listen to "Turns" to realize that this is their "Little Wing", where for once they respect the song form and give space to feelings. There is no need to worry though. The path taken is still that of pleasantly endless jams, with which the three draw countless landscapes (does the cover say something?). Landscapes created by the guitar genius of Stefan Koglek, one of those who, like in the best of parables, has gathered and made good use of the seed (not that one, you silly) Hendrixian, and subsequently demolished by a drummer with the habit of transforming into a panzer, Manfred Merwald, all coordinated by the ever-present bass of Philipp Rasthofer which, as if it were a watercolor palette, chooses the appropriate tone for each song.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is also their work with the most vintage flavor (like Koglek's voice). What surprises, in fact, is how these three brilliant Germans know how to shape today's and tomorrow's psychedelia at their pleasure. From the intermission of Doors-like organ in "Light", to the glimpses of sitar and the exotic-orientalist atmospheres that were so fashionable in the Sixties in "Stars" and "One", passing through the Kyuss-like "If" (but also "Silent", where that so bluesy riff suddenly emerges from the dust, seems taken from the best of "Blues for the Red Sun"), this listening experience, whose final stop will be the semi-acoustic and dreamy "Remains", will be a triumph of the senses.

"All" is their least direct but also most varied album, where their creative genius is at its peak. It is a journey made of mysterious scenarios, breathtaking panoramas, and great atmospheres, with three brilliant Germans at your side and the ghosts of Hendrix, Barrett, and the other heroes of Sixties psychedelia keeping you company at night. The question remains—what are we waiting for to depart?!