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Rating: It is always very nice, and in a way reassuring, to be able to get your hands on music that, in addition to having a certain depth, is born for nothing but a pure artistic expression of itself, completely free from "industrial" logics; music that often has a sly soul but is far more fulfilling than many successful products.
The CD-R I receive one day in a package from Saluzzo (Cn) has a very minimal graphic cover; the letters – typewritten (!) – say Drunkeninstrument Corporation. Inside, "music & errors" are entirely credited to Marco Abbà, who entrusts his indie-rocker talent to guitar, bass, toy keyboard, phaser, spacegun, and his voice which – like his music – recalls Jonathan Bates (Mellowdrone) for the technological nonchalance and Neil Halstead (Mojave 3) for the innate poetry. Slower and slyer than these two, however.
Postcard is a short acoustic ballad that, with the following The Runner (a sparkling calm indie-tronic), shares only a vaguely – and pleasantly – drunken gait, which stays true to the project's name. Its own style.
On the phone, I didn't ask him, but I would say that the head of the "Drunken Instruments Corporation", besides video games, likes Nick Drake and Low, and also Sparklehorse; and, if he knows him, Finn. On the other hand, in the astonishing Space Karaoke a single, emblematic verse wanders among the lazy guitar notes and the clattering noise of the space gun (or is it a washing machine?), and that verse (again, drunken) says slo-fi revolution…
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