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From the piano, a few notes rise: we see them oscillate and dissolve in the air, releasing reflections before they vanish. All around, sounds rustle, sometimes rolling in ripples, and digital trails in slight gusts, guitar strings that vibrate and disappear. The dawn of a dreamed day, the twilight of a moment suspended between wakefulness and hypnosis. In recent years, I have observed many musicians intent on crossing the hypothetical boundary between ecstatic dimensions with "classical" tones and the inevitable anxiety of our times: seated, aboard their ethereal vehicles, before the black and white keys and enveloped by remnants of sounds emanating from machines, they move fragile compositions in uncertain zones, seemingly destined to merge with the void from which they appear to originate.
With this debut album, Rafael Anton Irisarri immerses us in a substance of nebulous and pearly luminescence, fostering the condition evoked by the title and scattering oblique and fleeting glows along the short journey that, upon its completion, still echoes a bit. Floating in the emotional space it generated, between expectation and memory, in an undefined point of this September afternoon.
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