When my daughter's mother decided to leave, enchanted by other worlds, other lives, and other paths, bored by a love that had become no more, the world darkened, the past became uncertain, the present a hell, the future impossible and unimaginable. What do we care, you might rightly say. Nothing, but the story of a pain carries within itself the stories of all pains, of all betrayals. After all, isn't that what art teaches us? Each of us, or at least those of us who have crossed, surviving, through hell, will find in this album a part of themselves, of their own story, of their own (non)life. I remain silent on the musical greatness of this marvel, only because it is a means (grand, immense, immeasurable) to vomit out the evil. And so it must be.
Hammill narrates of Alice... and what the soul needs to expel.
"Hammill’s voice reaches moments of unparalleled intensity, making us suffer with him, moving us with his own emotion."
Over is the ultimate expression of the Manchester artist, a record that has always existed, waiting to find the right artist to crystallize it.
Listen to it, please.
"Without conviction, there is no true art."
"The wound of love was, evidently, already healed..."