Entrance
Wandering Stranger

"My son!" Ursula shouted amidst the uproar and slapped the soldier who tried to restrain her. The officer's horse reared. Then Colonel Aureliano Buendía stopped, trembling, and dodged the arms [...]"

-thud-
book closed.
boredom.
-click-
hi-fi turned on.

Ladies and gentleman...the Wandering stranger of the wild mountain.

...it ends up with you suddenly finding yourself naked on the street, enveloped by the darkness of the night, with a bottle of Jack Daniel's clenched in your hand. You'll be a werewolf starting to live by howling at a huge yellow egg stuck in the sky. It's all in here. Written note by note. And then deep down, when you were little, you always liked to pretend to be a werewolf. A huge hairy monster that moans.

Well, this is the album that will definitively push you towards a wholesome blues schizophrenia, certified by a commission of blue elves and that will solidify in the years to come. Suddenly you seem to hear Robert Plant (or maybe it's David Byrne? You'll never know...because you've already become rather irritable mutants...) singing the bluesiest song you've ever heard. "Look" more closely into those prolonged and suffering falsettos and...you suddenly discover that even Jeff Buckley with all his load of emotion has turned into a howling wolf and for a few minutes attempted some country. You close your eyes, the music keeps flowing, and it's impossible to ignore the most cumbersome shamanic stain. A huge psychedelic tail blow, an endless chant, and you seem to be back for a moment inside an infinite "When The Music's Over" with brilliant and endless variations on the theme to distract the mind for a few seconds from the continuous strawberry explosions and from a low fidelity that's starting to seriously corrode you from within. You begin to repeat to yourself "Entrance...Entrance...En Trance...en trance...in trance!".
You've understood everything.
You begin to sway, knowing you won't need anything else for quite some time.

Devendra Banhart takes this strange character around the world, making him open his shows, and unconsciously people like me are left staring at him motionlessly, not knowing that it's the beginning of a contagion that doesn't yet have an antidote.