Faust'O
Out Now

THE REVIEW

August 30, 2006... I met Faust'O yesterday morning..
After savoring the beauty of a masterpiece like “Suicidio” and fragments of “Exit” (so beautiful!!!) and postponing until the future the listening of “Poco Zucchero”, “J'accuse... Amore mio”, and all the others, my curiosity lingered on this strange 1982 album by that genius Faust'O. The album in question is “Out Now”. Instrumental, psychedelic, visionary, as contemporary in the music as never before, electronic and trance, hypnosis... guys, this album is a must-have!!! It's what the Pink Floyd of “Ummagumma” couldn't achieve in the studio album. It's what Bowie's instrumentals (see “Low” and “Heroes”) never had with those sounds that were old even at their creation. My goodness, I'm so annoyed. Maybe I've said too much, maybe I shouldn't have made comparisons, maybe one day I'll reevaluate the mentioned works, which aren't bad, mind you, I really like “Heroes”. Anyway, the truth is that Faust'O is a genius, he created an album so contemporary that it seems made today. Electronics are mixed with sax and piano, acid guitars, a terrifying bass... the result? A masterpiece of extreme originality, that strikes you with its bizarre, wacky ideas, post-everything or post-nothing. He was, and perhaps will remain, post, forward, free...

It's a mysterious album for sure, like the whole career of Faust'O, you can't find information on the web, except for a few. Here we have 9 tracks that are difficult but beautiful, with strange titles in English. Sometimes there's an almost extreme sound, as in “A Cup Of Tea”, other times, as in the beautiful track “Blue/ Just A Man”, it's like one of those oriental journeys that CCCP or C.S.I. would get us used to in the following years. I think there's a little voice singing something, but I can't understand it, then the sax comes in, but the little voice doesn't fade away...

I manage to hear Faust'O in “The Sound Of My Walls” in the otherworldly atmosphere similar to that of a new film like “H2odio” by Infascielli. I manage to hear fragments of infinite poetry... “when my 5,6 countrymen will see the fingers forget...".
Then the disquieting choirs of “The Sound of One Hand”, percussive and I think also with violins recorded backwards. The masterpiece ends with the final made of sax, echoes, and sound overlaps, “Amadeos”.

Listening to it today, I had no words. My look had an expression of surprise, curiosity, excitement.
Now I should go to bed, it's past one and tomorrow there's a little trip with friends... I'd dive one last time into “Out Now” before going to sleep, maybe turning up the volume, but they'd think I'm crazy..