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Rating: Getting lost in something immense. Excessive. Indefinite. An ocean. The latest album by Motorpsycho, written with keyboardist Stale Storlokken, is an odyssey of formless songs. Time dilates, expanding its edges to the boundaries of the universe. The Trondheim Jazz Orchestra creates arabesques in progress: trumpets, saxophones, clarinets are the frameworks that uphold the epic nature of this cosmic journey.
An ocean in the universe.
"The Hollow Lands" begins like a battle between Viking ships in a watery hell. The scene fades. We are on a beach. Before us the infinite horizon. A sunset. The journey begins. 2 discs where all the moods of an escape or return are traversed. A farewell. A goodbye...
And while you think you are safe, cradled by the waves, the most violent hurricane ever breaks out. A vortex. Violins weep. Is it the end? No, it is the maelstrom itself that saves you. It pulls you into an underwater world. "Into The Gyre" is the rebirth. The white and delicate dancer you were looking for wasn't in your music box. She was simply in the abyss. A symphony of strings moves her invisible threads, making her dance just as you imagined... in your dreams. Then a chilling solo shatters every image. Fragments.
Close your eyes. Let yourself be influenced. Drown.
A concept album that could be Moby Dick in music. Or a Homeric poem. To be listened to in your bed, in your refuge. To be shipwrecked in an empty sea... perhaps it is worse than dying. "Oh, Proteus - A Prayer" is the requiem for yourself, sung by yourself. It is the mirror reflecting your drama, all your fears.
"Mutiny!" makes you ride the waves again. Stronger than ever. Every fear has vanished. There is nothing left to lose... we are safe... but where? Where have we arrived?
"What is there at the end of the journey?
The moon is a neon sign hanging in the sky...
The wind is just the product of all the fans we have in the house...
The stars are hung with metal cables... hanged to the clouds...
How do you escape from a plastic world?
It doesn't matter...
In the end, we'll find the unicorn...
And we'll be together...
There will be no more colors, smells, sexes, races... we'll be the same...
Me... you...
We'll have the same dreams... the same children"
"AND WE WILL HAVE DEFEATED DEATH"
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