OvO
Cicatrici

THE REVIEW

OvO is a collective led by the brilliant and multi-musical Bruno Dorella (former drummer of Wolfango, mentor of Bugo as well as the body and guitar of Ronin - and frequency modulator of a rubber phallus in the extravagant project Ventolin). The other half of this album is Stefania Pedretti from Allun. This alone would make it an at least interesting project. But let's get to the point.

Given that Cicatrici is a harsh and elusive work, I can proceed to describe what I felt during several listens of these tracks (often interrupted and resumed to catch a breath, surface to see the stars, the sun... death, pain -arghhh... it infected me!).
Thus, the programmatic landscape could be that of Tetsuo (the film). Or the spaces of Eraserhead. Every musical deconstruction worked, and now we must start again from the roots. The Root. Originally the noise. Discordant. Magmatic.
The first track is called La Peste and contains in essence all those proto/industrial art organisms/viruses. Black sprouts "played" three meters below the level of a surface eroded by post-atomic annihilations.
With Ombra nell'Ombra this underground is explored with essentially percussive instruments. The noise takes on more precise connotations, perhaps form, certainly substance (in Efesto). A radio(active) hiss warns of the urgency of rebirth. Breaks and sutures in a rural style à la Matmos.
La Saponatrice di Ferrara introduces track number 6 (Spezzata); hard minimalism and total discovery of the potential of the de-genre and de-lirium.
Chaos slowly takes order (L'anno del Cane) and transforms into a mantra, nursery rhyme, and iconoclast. The fascination lies in this kind of musical povera art. The voice is a regurgitation, a singing debris, and lacerating sobs. I catch my breath.
Now Phiphenomena reminds me of glimpses of Neubauten. Added value? Pedretti plays (plays?) her own hair, fraying them with a violin bow.
To close, Signora bella con Cane gentile. Very close to certain avant-garde environments of the Land of the Rising Sun. A musical score for surgeons with David Lynch on drills... Layered and stratospheric.

That's it. I believe it's impossible to make an explanatory review of this album. I find it enlightening, fundamental. Some will naturally find it hostile. De gustibus, of course. Bar la Muerte sets the table and Audioglobe serves on the plate. Meditate, people...