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Guys, do you remember Christmas morning when we were kids?! That anxious awakening, that hopeful anticipation mixed with the fear that our wishes might not come true. Magic and mystery would burst into our lives; the feeling that there was a different reality, an unknown and enchanted world, was tangible and manifested in all its power on that very day. I remember going down the stairs, step by step, my heart beating faster and faster; savoring, step by step, that vivid and dizzying thrill that only at that age can be felt. Follow me, come down those stairs with me, you won't regret it. Come on, just one last step and we can already glimpse the gifts; take a nice deep breath and…
Sugary and sweet keyboards that coat the tracks!
Dance-epileptic frenzy soaring like the sound of artificial pinball machines!
Soft and multicolored plush toys with an inoffensive voice!
Cold synth pieces to assemble astonishing 3d puzzles!
The Christmas Tree! loaded with glossy electronic arrangements!
Rhythmic little guitars speeding by like flaming red mini 4wds!
Polished drum machines that give no respite, like the numbers reeled off at bingo!
Melodies that sparkle like freshly poured sparkling wine!
Synthetic harmonies that smell like the Subbuteo field!
Elaborate and caloric production, like plump panettone drenched in thick and creamy mascarpone!
The sound of the bass in the background! that touch of darkness brought by Hordak and Skeletor!
And then dances! Dances and popping fanfares like logs burning in the fireplace! Dance, dance, dance breathlessly! How right Pina Bausch was: “Dance, dance, otherwise we are lost!”.
When the lightness of pop is wonderfully sustainable.
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