My Bloody Valentine
Loveless

THE REVIEW

I don't want to write a review or even a mishmash of random words, this album shouldn't be discussed, analyzed, there's no need to delve into the nuances of every song, there's no need to compare it to other bands in this musical sphere, it's a white fly where you just need to close your eyes and let yourself be carried away by the walls of sound and the simple dreamy melodies, perfection doesn't exist, but who are we to decide whether something is perfect or not? Isn't it perhaps imperfection that gives us the satisfaction of existing? In these seas of musical fog, perhaps we find our life.

Before life there is silence, you turn on the amplifier, adjust the bass, open the CD player door, insert the disc and wait...

(1)a bad dream that makes you anxious, shakes and disturbs your head, but it's just a step to enter those dreamy clearings with the summer sun high in the sky, now that anxiety is just a wait to see those green fields again, those beautiful sensations you carry inside. (2) is it a storm or is it the sound of something in the distance approaching, but never arriving, we're all here waiting for its arrival to be able to embrace it, to be able to embrace this blowing wind. (3) its touch has arrived, a shapeless substance that envelops the body that seems to never let you go away. (4) you are completely insulated, you no longer distinguish the real from the unreal, you no longer distinguish words, you no longer distinguish music, but you sense its melodies, you don't know if you exist, you don't know where you are, and you don't know when. (5) you are sleeping and everything around you becomes solely yours, you are one with your world, you feel sweet and clinging to your pillow and blankets, trying to discover a fanciful and dreamy world outside of the reality that now kills art in its manifold forms, don't fret and neither stay still. (6) now you have closed your eyes and with seagull wings you fly over the still snow-capped mountains, with drops of water from the soft, calm white clouds on your face, letting yourself be carried away by the cyclone. (7) the sun is setting but you are not the sad person, because you know it will return the next day, even higher, even brighter, savor instead its reddish hues mixed with the bluest skies, and don't do it alone. (8) the full moon night illuminates everything that gets lost in it, you don't distinguish figures, you don't distinguish things, you are immersed in another storm, this time aware, this time more melancholic, you need something, or perhaps someone, someone to warm you inside. (9) now this is what you desire, you want to make it reach anyone willing to accept your request, still blinded, still insulated, you interact with reality and now live in this world that isn't clear but makes you unique and protected. (10) finally, you have decided which side you want to be on, reality and truth hurt too much for a young person too weak, you prefer to live in nothingness than die in everything, but even dreams can end. (11) this is not a goodbye, but just a see you later, perhaps to a future dive, maybe of another underwater world, or a return to this world that has so overwhelmed you, that has so changed your vision of life, it is still deep night and the sun no longer wants to peep above the horizon, maybe it's still time to dream.