Krisma
Clandestine Anticipation

Krisma
The Krisma deserve credit for being one of the two reasons that sparked my passion for music "of a certain kind": their appearance on Discoring in 1978 with the track "Black Silk Stocking" was fatal for someone who was ten years old... We had already enjoyed the superbly embedded telegrams of "complication" by Chrisma but the second work with the K(risma) is really written with a capital "K", further reinforcing the unexpected.

"Why procrastinate the inevitable?" Maurizio said aloud, waking Christina. "Why not dare?" He added...

"But still, you haven't understood why I'm with you? To make you dare!" Christina replied lucidly.

"Why not? Let's get out of the punk hibernation and do it definitely outside the vase." Maurizio agreed.

And Christina: "Provoking a nervous breakdown in Cater(cret)ina is a good and just thing."

"But yes, let's project ourselves into a barbaric whirlwind that doesn't last "five minutes" (MA).

"And then since we'll be surfing in Bali, shall we try doing the "tube"? (KRIS).

"I'm going there just for that, and we will do it. This "hidden revelation" must be done, let's try another restaurant that isn't Chinese (MA).

"Bali is the right distance to lose track, then we call saying we are in Bari (with a Chinese pronunciation) and everyone calms down" (KRIS).

"This is teleCineses! But can you see me surfing with amphibians?" (MA)

"Don't tell me with my moon-tan dress..." (KRIS)

"Ah... We will have to observe our cathodically projected shadows standing out on the crest of a sea of coconut oil. Hi Mom!" (Common thought shared telepathically) KRIS+MA!

In my opinion, this is one of the most innovative works ever. And as clamorous as the becoming, clamorous is the material debacle. The flop eternalizes the event: the futuristic operation suddenly disappears both from the shelves of record stores and from the aghast minds of consumers already distracted and lost in the ephemeral. The futuristic music passes through ears not yet trained for "close encounters". The futuristic cover confuses with its avant-garde projection. Wrapped in an alchemical cloud, the LP earns its deserved invisibility.

Machine-cut for KRIS(tina) to signify the abandonment of the tangible, mirrored glasses for MA(urizio) to cancel the "symptomatic mystery".
Krisma=Chakra=Karma=Schism.
Sounds from the future that physiologically produce a detachment, a litmus test that divides the half-socks from those with the will to truly explore new possibilities.

"Silly European" is pregnant with an arcane magnetism that forebodes fragments of the invisible, at "Samora Club" you sip your drink on a ring of Saturn while cosmic winds tousle hair, "Water" is a sound saraband that consumes on a lonely pier in the midst of an inner ocean where shadows of ships dock, "Melonarpo" is visions in the night where you proceed with your headlights off unable to distinguish dream from nightmare, "Miami" grazes nonexistent territories and teaches everyone how to be a labyrinth. The Crucial Point is that the Krisma are a Wrong Island that places itself Opposite to the world and that Zacdt Zacdt the veil.

The result tears away immaterial consent, and the Krisma entity evolves the suspension of the possibility to stimulate followers or generate proselytism determining the denial. Indispensably sought is the approach to the point of no return, again that Crucial Point where "the truth hurts, I know", doesn't it Katherine? The funeral pyre of your mountain chalet continues to illuminate the path of an unrepeatable experimentation: SAT-SATori. Thank you Maurizio from down here, and a kiss to you sweet and fierce Christina: KRISMA TV(B)!

"In the East, the moon shines!" like your parabola... always.