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When sweeping the floor, you often find strange objects, shards forgotten at the back of furniture. It also happens to find oneself, like in a daily archaeology of soul scavengers.
These shards, painstakingly aligned and glued together with memories, sound like this debut album by Daniela Pes.
Daniela Pes is the Fiona Apple of Gallura. A catchy and also inaccurate phrase, I know. But it gets the idea across.
That's how I imagine her: firmly rooted in the dry and harsh land, like a dandelion root.
Spiky and sharp like a thistle or a prickly pear.
Voice of sea foam, gray and nebulous.
Voice of granite, slate, and a heart of tuff.
Songs like smoothed storms.
Tar drones, hypnotic and bituminous textures.
Nothing new, of course. But who cares?
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