For the series "From Denmark with fury". Fury. It is indeed fitting to say, although it almost seems like an oxymoron to associate a cold place like Denmark with fury, which brings to mind something warm, simmering. And yet, despite the apparent coldness, Zitilites hides a truly warm heart.
A truly well-made album. Certainly the best effort from this rock group, made up of former hard-rockers, who, for the occasion, take up drum machines and synths, adding a touch of electronics to their songs. The album opens with "Big Fresh", a potential single that gets stuck in your head and never leaves. You will often find yourself humming it throughout the day without even realizing it.
The greatest merit of Kashmir is that they have managed to give their tracks a pop orientation that makes it easy to listen to even for those not familiar with the genre. And watch out, because they have achieved the feat of simplifying the listening experience without compromising, while maintaining their typical sound and enriching it with the aforementioned instruments.
The album flows smoothly like oil between ballads like "In the Sand" and gems like "Melpomene" (one of the highest points of the cd), "Ramparts" and "Small Poem Of Old Friend", passing through "The Aftermath" (sweet, don't fear a cavity) and "Petite Machine" until reaching the pinnacle of the album, "Surfing the Warm Industry", a piece that slowly creeps into your subconscious and won't leave until it has completely emptied it.
The group has listened obsessively to Radiohead's Ok Computer. And the influence can be heard in practically every track of the album. In the title track, the Radiohead echoes are very strong. And the voice of the frontman, dangerously similar to that of Thom Yorke, contributes to the entire effect.
A Radiohead surrogate, then? Not at all, ignore the critics and make this masterpiece your own.
Kashmir remain Kashmir, and it's nice to know that they are out there.
The songs are smooth, they catch your ear even on a first distracted listen.
Warmth, that’s what envelops you when listening, and it’s quite strange in the middle of winter.