Voto:
You are very innocent and perhaps even convinced. Battiato annoys me; I don’t consider this work a masterpiece, but your arguments are very banal, things I’ve already heard and others that are out of place. You need to work much harder to free yourself from a much more insidious drift of “Lazy Thinking” than the one you naively denigrated.
Voto:
I know the collaboration with Loscil and his works, always very interesting material. I will definitely try this as well.
Voto:
Anyway, it’s a great piece of work. I need to let it sit for months before I can form a judgment, and only with a clear mind can I express an opinion that aligns more closely with my standards—probably flawed, but time is a very important factor for me.
Voto:
I'm sure that to understand your words, one must first listen to the record. At least, I think so.
Voto:
This work is more connected to our world, far from imaginary landscapes. It reinterprets various languages of electronics already heard, ethno, glitch ambient, jazz, layers where one seems to see a nocturne of Davis conversing with Oneohtrix Point Never. Great job, but less adventurous than some of his other journeys.
Voto:
they have lost the dreamy aura that followed David Roback in his subsequent steps, nothing wrong with that because I can still produce noteworthy work even though, in my opinion, it is far from the previous one
Voto:
Much more colorful compared to the debut, which re-listened had nothing of Dream Pop, but overall I don't like this evolution in terms of sounds and the writing is very modest.
Voto:
I only know the first work, beautiful insights in reinterpreting an indefinable form of Dream Pop with intellectual writing; given the previous chapter, this does not attract me, perhaps out of season.
Voto:
I find it more interesting than the good "Sirimiri," but to make a fair judgment, I need to let it breathe.
Voto:
Heard, left to stagnate, and re-heard. It always manages to hide emotions in the fog, perhaps more aptly in the ambient, but I am quite baffled by the quality of the recordings which, for a mere mortal like me without a million-euro stereo, makes it impossible to fully immerse in the sound of the work, reducing its overall enjoyment.