Love or regret?
Despair or hope?
It doesn't matter what you manage to feel in this album. As long as you end up with that classic bittersweet aftertaste of truly lived experiences. Black Holes In The Sand tells an emotion. It does so by whispering it softly.
The perfect soundtrack for making love in front of a burning fire. This is the album to cry in solitude and cleanse your ears from all that rock chaos you've been listening to in the previous days. An exceptional Viaticum for walking half a day a meter above the ground. An enviable minimalism made of guitar and voice, in the wake of a hard-to-die romanticism.
Few images, six in total, but they fully tell your personal movie, focusing on everything worthwhile, but not necessarily beautiful, that you've experienced lately.
Here's that strange feeling of frustration again.
Here's my and your smile once more despite the eternal boredom.
Here's yet another sunset watched from the shore.
Close to strange black holes in the sand.