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Rating: Wonder and orderly chaos in melancholic and joyful sound sequences. Indie treasure chest, once opened like the good brother of Pandora's Box, releases lo-fi electronic fantasies, hypnologic smiles, sparkling waves from tubes of colorful vaporwave toothpaste with a fresh green indie pop mouthwash.
We are in an indie world with curious fairy-like beings with melodic little voices, flying around us and enchanting us with their microchip-colored wings.
Lo-fi indie hipnaturalist pop. A fluttering of sounds on green melodies sprinkled with colorful electronic confetti that confuse, disorient. Pink fog and real sounds, a modern fairy tale for those who still want to hear ancient tales. We fly high among puffs painted with blue pastels, yellow suns that smile. Simplicity with infinite shades, a play of mirrors. Instrumental horizons painted with colors that can only be imagined if one is in love with sounds, in love with the green of trees that touch the blue of the sky, timidly hidden like two lovers by a sweet humidity.
Sweet capturing of images, a sweetness sometimes marred by fuzzy bullies offering us a bouquet of flowers to treasure between the pages of memory. Far from the diabolical alarm clock that stabs us every morning, bringing us back to a dream made of clothes, colleagues, words, words, words... and cream-filled croissants for breakfast.
It would be lovely to immerse ourselves in such a world, but by now we have covered the braids of our dreams on the blue snow.
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