Massive Attack
Heligoland

Vodka at 8.90 euros, ashtrays filled with cigarettes, tight jackets and baggy trousers.
Lying dead on the couch, after the fourth-rate unz-unz moments killed our weak legs, our neurons and our ears accustomed to entirely different rhythms. Small moments for post-party radical-chic where you flirt and love to show off.
"Heligoland" would be the perfect soundtrack for it.

Artificial and eternal, rich in sensationalism and sonic frills, it suffers from the lack of avant-garde spontaneity that the Massive managed to convey from the beginning, reaching the admirable "100th Window". "Heligoland" is a proverbial swan song of good taste, uncovered from any logic, surviving thanks to the trendy tastes of wonky rhythms and sensational motifs.

Seven years have passed and that disturbing nostalgia and bulimia for listening to a new record gem from one of the most influential groups on the trip-hop scene, but not only, turns into discomfort. Not the discomfort conveyed by that masterpiece "Mezzanine", suffocated by that sense of elegant dirt destined to rape the soul. 

"Heligoland" suffers inside, but does not give up on being pretentious. Soft, cool, with a few moments of light, but absolutely lacking in verve and very boring. Like a conversation that leads nowhere and concludes with "what nice weather today".  Perfect for a post-party that suddenly turns into a reunion of fake alternates. And while waiting for a return less trendy and more fierce, I let myself be massacred by the whispering power of "Protection".