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THE REVIEW
Port-Royal.
My experience with this group has just begun and I already love them. I ignore their origin, I don't even know if it's a band after all, but I suppose all the necessary knowledge will be provided by listening to "Afraid to Dance".
To be honest, what I initially liked most about these Port-Royal guys was the name. It reminded me of British colonialism, military uniforms and bayonets, of not-so-safe docks where, despite everything, one may still repair some breaches in their universe. Well, maybe listening to this album won't be therapeutic, but certainly evocative (at least as far as I'm concerned).
In the monodic incipit of "Anya:Sehnsucht" the ship rocks in the long wave of the synths - it must be said - never intrusive though omnipresent. The sea stirs, the decadence (c'est magnifique!) disrupts sleep with its noisy percussion, the signal is distorted, we are now in open sea. And just when it seems you've ended up in the hold next to Gordon Pym, you will be surrounded by post-Cold War ghost submarines of "Leitmotiv/Glasnost".
The journey ends. The port where we dock is Genoa, which I now know for sure is the city of origin of Port-Royal.
What Gordon Pym is doing in Genoa passing through the Black Sea, I'll probably never know.
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The reviewer expresses a strong initial affection for Port-Royal despite limited background knowledge about the group. The album 'Afraid To Dance' is praised for its evocative and immersive use of synths and soundscapes that conjure images of ships, decay, and historical references. The journey of the music is described as intriguing and emotionally stirring, ending with a nod to the band's Genoa origin. Overall, the review conveys a positive and thoughtful response.Tracklist
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port-royal is an Italian electronic/post-rock group from Genoa, formed in 2000. Key releases include Flares (2005), Afraid to Dance (2007), Dying in Time (2009), and Where Are You Now (2015).05 Reviews
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