Télépopmusik
Angel Milk

THE REVIEW

Milan, August 22, 2005, 6 PM.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore... The first day of work is over, 8 hours of breaking my back and balls while the vast majority of friends are having fun. Well, I think, let's take a trip to the trusty little shop, just to see if I can lift this horrendous day.
I look around, left and right, nothing, the usual stuff. Then my eye falls there, on a panda playing the trumpet, set in the green of a forest. I read a bit: Télépopmusik, who are they? I ask for information. "Oh yes, the ones from Breathe, don't you remember them?" Meh, the name rings a bell but otherwise, it's all fog. Oh well, this cover and this moniker Télépopmusik grabs me, yes no doubt, I like it. I take it.

"Just what I was looking for." That was the first phrase that came to mind listening to Angel Milk. I relax, I let myself be carried away by these ethereal, dreamy notes, that often nod to the more electronic moments of Bjork. Yes, because listening to it, Vespertine just keeps coming to mind. Maybe it's the voice of guest Angela Mc Cluskey, who, although not similar to that of the Icelandic elf, is equally intense and poignant, with that pathos that clings to you.
The arrangements are masterful, those electronic sounds that mix with those of the Bulgarian symphonic orchestra, those barely sketched synths, never intrusive and that atmosphere of absolute serenity that fills the room gently lulls me into my thoughts. I completely melt, and the light journey of this album continues. "Last Train to Wherever" really makes me travel, as if the doors were open and the mind wandered in its most remote corners. The choruses, the piano, the sound of the harp... the journey continues.
Now nature merges with the notes, it blends as if everything were in an almost inaccessible harmony where everything seems in its right place: the sound of the rain, the muffled keyboard, the gentle voice... the journey becomes tranquility, security. "Another Day": the journey stops and becomes reality.
"From here on, you're on your own, have fun and good luck," these are the words recited by the penultimate track. A keyboard opens the way, guides us towards the light while the birds chirp, it's still raining but now the spirit is serene and finally ready for 15 Minutes, the 15 minutes of silence that separate us from the return to the chaotic life of every day.
But with hope:
"You know you always feel better when you fly."
And she's right, she's always right,
I always feel better after I fly.
I fly every morning for at least fifteen minutes or so.