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Imagine two girls united by the feeling of loss and able to transform pain into intimate and dark art. Imagine the beach of Nausicaa, but instead of the sun, picture the stars.
Anyway, there is practically nothing that doesn’t sparkle: you, that stick, that leaf. Meanwhile, Gemini and Claudine wear rustling dresses from King's Road and long scarves like Russian princesses...
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Gemini is a little Alice, Claudine, on the other hand, is more sophisticated and distant. On stage with them are a percussionist dressed as a Chinese, a papier-mâché horse, and a dancer with a picnic basket. (Hanging Rock, Hanging Rock, Hanging Rock)
“Silence and Wisdom” is a parade of nighttime tarot cards and, at the same time, something simpler, perhaps a flower in a glass, perhaps a well-organized drawer.
The sounds are silvery and just slightly disjointed, trembling in the air, emanating a sweet scent. “Correspondences,” murmurs a guy ruined by good readings. “Synesthesia,” insists a worthy companion of his. I should kick them, but the fact is, they’re right.
And when the music hits synesthesia, it’s like revealing a secret or brushing against a mystery...
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The beauty of mystery is when it settles on the ordinary and the ordinary is what you are now. It takes nothing, though, maybe even that stupid pink cloud in the blue sky. But the blue, as that poet said, the blue is also a black. And the pink, the pink simply doesn’t exist. Then how do we put it? Boh, and what do I know? Maybe it’s the usual story of shadow and cotton candy?
Do you want some references? I could tell you Brian Eno ending up in one of those compilations like “This Mortal Coil,” or the Durutti Column nibbling on madeleines. All dreamy stuff, in short. But, after all, what else could you expect from two girls like this?
“It sounds like the soundtrack of a sad novel,” says someone, but maybe it’s just the café chantant of the girls in bloom. Listen and add to playlist number 821, the one titled “Melancholic Awakening Among the Nymphs.”
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Ah, Gemini and Claudine do not exist. They are just boys pretending to be girls. The blue and the pink, therefore, merge. But, as we said, the pink doesn’t exist and maybe not even the blue.
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