Hidea
Violabox

While searching for a Guilty Method CD among the musical compartments of a Ricordi, Viale Giulio Cesare... I must say not very reliable in terms of classifications and names... continuous tides of people moving, grabbing, repositioning, and rummaging with ease and no one putting things back in place (good grief!)... the CD wasn't there and there was another one instead... but it was orange with almost orange-like men on the cover and it said Hydea, I was looking for Touch...

I picked it up... oh well, even if it's not Touch, even if it's not Guilty Method, even if the genre is entirely different! I couldn't have known these things, I discovered them later with a somewhat pleasant surprise when I put the CD into the valve stereo and a pounding, muted drum-machine starts, with a very thumping rhythm. Doubt begins to prick me, then pervades me and I realize I've made a big mistake...

Melodic-electronic rock of refined craftsmanship, shockingly emotional, much more polished and artistic than its parallel, but offering immediacy with Subsonica, keyboards and blending of arpeggiated and rhythmic guitars or strings pulled with violence and a very feminine voice, indeed effeminate but never unpleasant...

Texts partially hidden and portrayed within themselves, describe the landscapes of a provincial plain, or commiserate a decadent existentialism, speak of loves with blurred images and now devoid of color, of cerebral journeys among ghostly spies and lunar landscapes... everything is decidedly very evocative, well conceived, even the "guilty method" exchange gimmick, it would be cool to believe in destiny...