Piano Magic
Incurable

A photograph from the past. 

The clouds cover the sun, the unpredictable and cruel wind cools the soul, explodes, enchants, raging, pissed off, and sweetly mute, all night long, on the skin and heart, plays and rests, teetering on the brink, digs and sublimates, noble, solid, a suboceanic treasure, the wind, restless noise, cosmic hypnosis, velvety voice, magical and angelic, for a day, a night, an hour, time is still, the earth moves.

In the cauldron of the 80s revival, there is a risk of losing sight of real novelties; Piano Magic is a reality apart, their intrusions into melancholic and decadent new wave atmospheres and generally into the European reality of those years lead to new and original compositions, offspring of New Order, Cocteau Twins, This Mortal Coil, Dead Can Dance with an eye on Kraftwerk, highlighting an innate elegance and without a doubt nostalgic and charming, seductive.

"Incurable" glides away romantic, desolate, and fragile, techno-pop sounds, with the heavenly voice of Angele David Guillou that opens the heart to winter, bringing a promise, warmth, and beauty, "I have moved into the shadow", electronics freeze the urban fog, London is closer, ethereal and damp, a center of gravity, as if we were on one of its many bridges, atmosphere medieval and futuristic, Celtic and Roman, wrapped in a dark enchantment, "Giant mirror to light up village", the wind enters the gothic and dramatic atmosphere created by the synthesizers, the toms mark time in a barren and almost glacial, wintery environment, brumal, "Lights come on at 3", sees dilated and slowed percussion accompanying a lethargic and fuzzy piano, which meets a foggy and Morrissey-like voice.

20 scant minutes of incurable passion, timeless, projecting the '80s into the future, beyond fashions and clichés, as if it were an eternal starry night.