Motorpsycho
Little Lucid Moments

Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great pleasure and amusement that I announce that the Motorpsycho are alive, well, and have delivered a splendid album.

Let's be clear: no one was hoping for it. Raise your hand if you didn't label them as done after listening to "Black Hole Canvas"? Raise your hand if you didn't cry while tearing up the cover of "Phanerothyme"? Raise your hand if you didn't try to enjoy "Let Them Eat Cake," for old times' sake?

Well, ladies and gentlemen: did you want an engine for your psyche? Here it is: "Little Lucid Moments"... never was a title more ironic. Four songs that break the 50-minute ceiling, intertwine, combine, and collide only to return to their place. This album sounds like how the pieces thought for this album would sound live and left to wander on the record... Okay, it's a trick because everyone knows what these gentlemen do when they step onto a stage, but it works and it's a pleasure for the ears and senses. They are not exactly four songs, but four whirlwinds, four hurricanes, so chaotic that it's unclear where they end and where they begin, eccentric and a bit cocky.

I wouldn't have bet even a cent on their resurrection, yet here they are, sweeping through genres in every single song, pardon... WHIRLWIND (for the record they last from a minimum of 11 minutes and 26 seconds to a maximum of 21 minutes and 6 seconds), driving miles into their hands as they climb up and down steep necks, convincing both chubby forty-year-olds with multicolored shirts swapped in the bleach and those who enjoy their masterpieces, which were nothing more than an encyclopedia of everything indie had created.

Ladies and gentlemen, we said Amen too soon, but let's pretend that the oil, the one for the last rites, was just to fry two potatoes and... long live Motorpsycho!