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Versione 6
Rating:
LA RECENSIONE
The silence, the devil, dear darkness...
The song titles say it all already...
They speak of a soul lost within itself...
And of a kind of silver and white chamber folk...
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White...
Like the nineteenth-century dress in which the once fabulous rock maiden has hidden away...
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Rustles, footsteps in the night... blazing words of solitude...
As if a crazed wolf cub were howling with a glass voice within a closed room...
“I sing to pass the time,” said Emily...
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Love, of course... and insignificance, the daze...
The goodbye...
And the childhood land to anesthetize the pain...
And uncertain sounds of an amateur pianist who sings as her grandmother taught her and as she did in church as a child...
Between regression and impossible peace...
And in the perfection of music that shatters the soul and heart...
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Nothing more than what it must be
Starting with the words that are precise, sculpted, surgical...
A kind of remarkable interior grammar...
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Then, of course, maybe I should say more
Perhaps...
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Summary by Bot
This review highlights PJ Harvey's White Chalk as a haunting and intimate chamber folk album. The music evokes solitude, emotional depth, and introspection, featuring delicate piano and a glass-like vocal delivery. The album carries a nostalgic tone recalling childhood and loss, with lyrics that are precise and impactful. The reviewer deeply appreciates the album's soul-shattering subtlety and artistic perfection.Tracklist Lyrics Videos
04 When Under Ether (02:26)
The ceiling is moving
Moving in time
Like a conveyor-belt
Above my eyes
When under ether
The mind comes alive
But conscious of nothing
But the will to survive
I lay on the bed
Waist-down undressed
Look up at the ceiling
Feeling happiness
Human kindness
The woman beside me
Is holding my hand
I point at the ceiling
She smiles so kind
Something's inside me
Unborn and unblessed
Disappears in the ether
This world to the next
Disappears in the ether
One world to the next
Human Kindness
PJ Harvey
Polly Jean "PJ" Harvey (born 1969) is an English singer-songwriter and musician who emerged in the early 1990s. She is known for a wide-ranging body of work that spans raw guitar albums, piano-led records and politically engaged projects.28 Reviews
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By azzo
When I saw you on that Norwegian television site, at the piano, while singing "The Mountain", I immediately got chills.
I just ask you to pick up the electric guitar and tell the world to go to hell one more time.
By biaspoint
This chalk is not for everyone, although gradually you will realize that listening in small doses will bear fruit, then you will not let it go anymore.
An intimate album, but one that externalizes all its mastery, that mastery somewhat hindered over the years, perhaps by too many guitars, absent or almost in the entire album!
By juanito
PJ sits at the piano, surrenders to the stream of consciousness, and with a new voice, she touches new strings, new instruments, new unexplored angles.
An album from the afterlife.
By m
"PJ Harvey has already suffered enough to give us this black diamond, to extract this sweet and poisonous absinthe."
"Listen to it. Few words, confused, crumpled up, choked by tears never shed."
By The_dull_flame
I have never managed to hold back tears in front of these splendid compositions, which often do not exceed 3 minutes.
She may have changed too much, but this Polly continues to move me.
