Dead Can Dance
A Passage In Time

THE REVIEW

Scrolling through the biography and images of Lisa Gerrard and Brendan Perry, I immediately got the impression that in any epoch or continent they might have been born and raised, they would surely have met, fallen in love, and made music together.

Rarely have I been so fascinated by the history and members of a band as much as by their music. Two years ago, all their records were on special offer; I didn't know this group, but the covers were truly exceptional. So I bought Aion, The Serpent's Egg, and Spiritchaser. I immediately liked the last one, but the other two puzzled me, I couldn’t listen to them... so I started surfing the internet to figure something out... I read the biography and saw their photos, and everything became clearer.
Here's how Lisa Gerrard recalls their meeting: "The first track we improvised was called Frontier. That day, something magical happened. We realized that what we had done alone was absolutely incomparable. Something unlocked that none of us could have imagined; we had to repeat that experience, that's why we started writing together."

I began to listen to the records continuously like an exercise almost by force, and in a week, they were already on the shelf of the "never without again".

A Passage In Time is an anthology that encapsulates their most beautiful productions of the '80s, unmissable for those who do not know DCD and indispensable for those who love them.
It is not a simple collection, but all the tracks are skillfully chosen; their stunning voices, like two sides of the same coin, alternate perfectly.

I have not defined their music; I wouldn't know what to say. I read somewhere that this is "world music," but I think that if I defined it that way, it would remind you of those shabby CDs sold with the New Age magazine at the newsstand... I suggest listening to them and that's it.

One regret, we will surely never see them in concert together... so I want to continue imagining them like this, her ethereal and essentially feminine, and him by her side, almost always a step behind, almost as if he didn’t want to steal the spotlight from her.