Medicine
Shot Forth Self Living

"One More". A slow procession towards the annulment of all gnoseological speculation. Rebirth without a shred of knowledge. My Bleeding Valentine and Sonic Youth take me by the hand for this journey of doubtful return.

"Aruca". Valentina believes that her blood should be tinged with black industrial vapors. I accept, without questions. "Defective". The ghost of the Femme Fatale wears the clothes of the Fathers of Noise Rock taken to its extreme consequences. That's how she sees it fit.

With "A Short Happy Life", Valentina takes the stage alone, wanting to be contemplated in her ethereal beauty. The sense of time? That too is lost now. She merely glimpses what has been with mischievous cynicism. She doesn't fear getting burned by fire, getting hurt. She's used to bleeding.

"5ive" almost denies what was narrated before. She mocks me. Now with a psychedelic and mocking lullaby, Vale dances before my eyes. Beyond that, I notice the acidic folklore of a guitar that reminds me of the Supersonic heat of an Oasis from which I quenched my thirst many years ago.

Is it possible that the famous Ray of Light of the most "Christian" of mainstream singers has suffered the liquid-wavering-exotic consequences of the subsequent "Sweet Explosion"? It seems unlikely but... listen to believe. Valentina is a girl with infinite resources...

More industrial atmospheres with Dream-Pop recalls await me in "Queen of Tension", before I suddenly find myself catapulted into a noise bacchanal with a consistently industrial percussion rhythm in which the only voice seems to be those of the cicadas in the nocturnal background. Could it be that Valentina has decided to indulge in a fling with and thanks to the Erection of the Penis?

It’s time to meet the Beetles; Vale seems to feel at ease even with them, no sign of shyness. She knows how to shape them for her cathartic purposes in "Miss Drugstore".

We have reached the final act, that of "Christmas Song", to remind us once again with whom our Vale loves to spend time during the period when everyone is usually kinder. The tone is austere, worthy of certain Galaxies and the Codeine takes effect under the Slo-core tracks of the drums, her soul is finally purified. Meanwhile, the bleeding seems to have stopped, the wound will heal soon.

I feel better too.

The power of Medicine.