Cosmicdust
Snow Noise Assemblage

By reasoning absurdly - but not so much - there is a certain logical-temporal continuity between Cecco Angiolieri's sonnet ("S'i' fosse foco, ardere' il mondo"), Tepco (Tokyo Electric Power Company) and a novel by Cormac McCarthy ("The Road"). In short, it would have been enough for Cecco to be Tepco to reach the goal of seeing planet Earth as Cormac painted it: shadowy, evanescent, astonished, burnt, pulverized. The fantasies of writers now form a core of meaning with reality. Whole, without an apostrophe. The signifier "being" has taken the path of emptying meaning. A meaning that turns to dust in the face of the only certainty there is. The irreversibility of nuclear energy production processes. A dust, that of humanity, which will disperse into the cosmos. Starting from Japan. Where the one-man band Cosmicdust plays.

What I write may have the value of a prophecy from a Nostradamus of our own, however, in the end, I imagine that in recent days the snow that fell in Fukushima Prefecture must have made a lot of noise, where a truly apocalyptic and surreal scenario occurred, changing the sense of another piece of the imaginary. That type of surrealism is no longer such, it loses its prefix, becomes real. Potential genetic mutations, mutations of sense in act.

Perhaps sensei Cosmicdust started from a dreampop presupposition to make it a Japanese outpost. But just in recent days, those scenes, those damn scenes, impressed the sensor of my radiological probe and made me think that, in all this invisible carnage, in this evil with decay process times that the bipolar epochal triptych Angiolieri - Tepco / McCarthy (obviously contemporary) is nothing in comparison, one can die like this, seeing microscopic parts of ourselves go mad, while everything loses meaning and Afterhours sing with decadent joy that nothing is forever. Here, let's be given the chance to die cooked in the microwave with a background soundtrack, to see it in the face and perceive it as something tangible, like the loosening of the grip that unites the atoms we are made of, like a scientific return, artificially, to nature or whatever it is.

Cosmicdust means the usual world bubbling with tremors and little anxieties, moments of sweaty inner joy and visions of landscapes beaten by night and soot. Cosmicdust means crumbs of hope following the path of an Ariadne's thread that leads to the backroom of the planet where someone is working hard to keep the human life project standing. In this magmatic album, warmed by a flow of bloodyian distortions, there is direct contact with the most immobile nature and what of industrial is invading it. All swept by the wind of reverberations that moves the invisible of matter. In one word: abstract and out-of-current shoegaze.

Perhaps, "Snow Noise Assemblage" is just a small album, also devoid of meaning. But I listened to it a lot, watching the snow noisily cover that Japan which finds itself facing an ocean anything but peaceful.