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Rating: A mystical brute rudeness of this kind is hard to come across. To wield an electric guitar and transform it into unexpected sounds, creating a demented condominium hard to grasp towards classic rock solos. I'd say the offering is striking, moving within fresh hard rock proto Doom realms, seizing the opportunity to amaze us by demonstrating the validity of the gratuitous gesture, deforming the jaw into an ideal perpetual "Oh Yeah!"
Just as Glenn Gould hummed while playing the variations, listening to this guitar makes us want to accompany it with semicircular jaw movements, and the more you're a local (preferably from Rome), the more you'll be naturally advantaged, already trained by all those "embè", "aoo" that have accompanied you since birth, evolving the articulation of the muscle in our body that presses more, into a suburb's echo.
The rumination is relentless, the solos blend perfectly with the psalmodizing rhythm from Chris Lockheed's drums, we give our consent to ride the lava wave as much as possible. The temperature is tremendously high and pleasantly violent where Randy dangles in a broth of impersonal vanity even in those passages where he sways into nothingness, only to start again revealing that with that "hoe" in hand he can do whatever he pleases.
The guitar exercise could be perceived as an end in itself, but that's not the case, Holden makes us feel, and see with that front-back cover and with that white alien nurse uniform, that he is completely immersed without screwing us over, he goes, goes, goes...
And your hand instead of idly stroking the air is fixed on the amplifier knob and slowly, constantly, with the magma's flow, raises the volume higher and higher. And your hand merges with Randy's hand and right there you understand what Prince Bijan meant in those carpet infomercials on Telemarket when he suddenly came out with the tactile Trinity: palpage, accarezzage, toccage... with that macaroni Franco-Persian nuance, that sinuosity, that concrete elegance of someone who knows "the above and the below", vividly present even in the record.
And the "young" Holden, a convinced braggart, through the entire magniFicent performance makes us literally "see and touch" it. DAJE!
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