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The Demonio are Italian and by browsing the covers of their previous works, one can discover that a girl is always depicted, so it's presumed that Anthony (Stratocaster/Vocals), Paolo (Drums), and Matteo (Bass and Production) have, in good measure, a liking for girls; certainly in the stylized and psychedelic representation that harkens back, as do the elements of their sound - psych rock garage and doom - to the genuine late sixties and seventies of the bygone century.
Girls & Music seems like a good combination to declare as a calling card to dive into a lustful and revelrous hell, ideally gliding toward the Dionysian. This is what the polyptych, composed of six songs, offers to the listener who is in the mood to undertake unsettling and disrupting journeys, indeed exciting ones.
Yes, the artificial paradise, a sign of the curse and torments of a life considered as art, is not lacking in the ambiguous vision of the inspirations, warm, invigorating, pounding, and wah-wah declaiming released by the opening Heavy Dose, just to make clear what kind of little liquors the trio gulps down when pressing the play button of the album Reaching for the Light (click!). "Heavy Dose/ I'm a heavy dose": verses taken in the active nihilism, with the track being confidently aware of itself.
And it's the starting point, where the thread is not cut by any stop, because it immediately starts again to the rhythm of bass punches with the subsequent Fire Guru. And the rush is remarkable "Endless flames/I am the burning fire/Of thousand blazes", incandescent, denotes dense passion injected into laying the hand heavily on the burning guitars, volcanic, boiling with red shadows, gathered around a great fire of an old seething doom pot, expertly enhanced by wild mixtures impossible to find elsewhere, just in a spitfire way Red & Black.
After the burns received, galvanization is a sacred consequence from which emerges the investiture of magniloquent freedom, dignified in its sense and exquisite in its effects. The Demonio capture the magical, true, real doom/psych mood, smashing through the languor for a Leigh Stephens on acid who is laughingly evoked.
And, by golly, Paradise is more evident than Hell; there springs the desire to surrender to the dance (Shiva's Dance), vortex within vortex, unrestrained actions without limits of imaginative action; the soul splits ethereally and celebrates the birth of the doppelgänger, "Acid flows in my veins/I am here to go insane/Take the trip and dance/Your head blows off in this trance" - thus the mantra is recited in the fusion between The Who+Lenny Kravitz.
From the funeral to the twisted intentions, the phoenix of Jimi is reborn, recalling that energy also transfused into Thee Hypnotics and Atomic Bitchwax, indomitable supporting bands of the Hippie Guru, whom the Demonio do not shy away from paying homage to. The distortions of Death Trip identify with the radioactive requiem, a ritual born from the ashes ("Smoking the light/.../Right inside your mind") of the ongoing doom mass, thus the disturbing figure heightens in degree, incense-infused by the electric ride blurred around scents of hypnotic jazz, and this until reaching the end of the black function that will lead the present souls out of that temple, or garage-metal church, in order to gild the dawn within a new vision, unmistakably pure, like the amazing title track.
The visions begin to disappear
We'll seize one last chance
To discover where we truly are
... reaching for the light.
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