Electronic
Twisted Tenderness

"I hate Johnny Marr, deeply. I've perfectly covered where his arrogant name appears with black insulating tape. What a nice deal to absorb, breathe this discomfort from a Ballard-style Condominium."

And Bernard Sumner? Is he blessed by Rasputin? I don't know who's "worse."
The fact is that after the first two works released respectively in '91 and '96, and bought live by myself, seeing this unexpectedly released in 1999, was a bolt from the blue.

And who would have expected it after the benevolent indulgence of those two strawberry popsicles that satisfied our serious and playful parts of a semi-electronic pop that asked nothing special of you, yet somehow stirred serenity.

And here it is again, the repetition of the freshness appears also on the third, and for the third time we put aside that "here we go again" ruthless in sparking indifference, rather we embrace with joy the new "twisted tenderness." Moreover, armed with a vivid conscience stimulated by this music, we erase remnants of a family tree that suggests the third-born is now neglected by parental love due to inertia from fatigue.

The freshness of this third labor distances us from dispensing unjust emotional deprivations and without pretensions or expectations, we observe a clarity that could trigger sugary nerves crisis, but the acceptance of the sweet moment instills softenings that make memories and various solitudes shine brightly.

Tender hearts, confess yourselves...