The world of Asile is made of sounds. First and foremost.
The world of Asile is a room with thin walls, seemingly impenetrable. But in the end, you just need to listen closely to hear everything inside. Among the lush leaves of an untouched nature, 16 small pearls stand tall like sequoias, 14 poems, 14 thoughts. And in the middle of the room she sits, Elisa, with her usual shy gaze, a faint smile, and sweet eyes. And she is so at ease. And she moves as only in her natural habitat she can. And she proudly shows us her thousand metamorphoses. From a little local Bjork in Chameleon, to a dancing yogini in Happiness Is Home. Silently screaming her need for order (Just Some Order), revealing her thoughts (Asile's World), dancing among the branches of her trees without asking for anything else (Creature), watching birds cry and painting melancholic faces on the moon (Come Speak To Me).
Elisa's most difficult album, perhaps the most beautiful, certainly the least known. With a fine production (among others, Rustici and Howie B), Elisa is already great on her second album. Ten.
This is Elisa’s full-blown crisis album, where she tries in every way to cling to some value to survive in the world.
Perhaps the most complex album of Elisa, perhaps the most fascinating in its strange atmospheres, perhaps, but definitely the most explicitly symbolic and challenging.