Slowdive
Souvlaki

THE REVIEW

Sometimes I find myself thinking a lot about what will become of me in the coming years.

The truth is, I don't see my future as that bright. In fact, to be honest, I don't even catch a glimpse of it. This is because, through countless vicissitudes, whether for one reason or another, the last few years have been spent searching for the best specialists who could understand something. To understand what was happening to me. To understand if I was destined to live longer than I could imagine. To understand what the hell was making me suffer so much.

In the end, they don't give a shit about us. They only care about sniffing the fresh scent of the nectar of money. Doctors for money.

Saving lives my ass. They screw and don't give a damn.

This question churns me up a lot: "In 5 years, will I still be here?" Here, listening to music, here trying to work, possibly not enslaved for 11 hours a day and unpaid. Possibly with a bit of achievement that a guy my age, a guy who busted his ass to graduate, who then spent almost all of his family's wealth by giving it to doctors and specialists, could find himself here among people, alive. Doing the things that people do.

The answer is one. That is, if things continue to follow the path they like to take at this moment, probably, I won't even last those 5 years. And maybe it would be good for me, but especially for others.

No one would see me suffer. My boss would stop breaking my balls by saying that he can't rely on me because I'm absent too often (because I like being absent due to illness. If only she would pay me, the bitch..., sorry, I meant, the whore, I got distracted). Stop making those who care about me suffer and stop wasting money unnecessarily.

Here, if I had to go to the Creator, I would like this album as the soundtrack in my room, where I could finally rest in peace for the first time in my life, there would be this record.

I fell in love with "Alison", the opener of Souvlaki, thus almost accidentally discovering the shoegazers "Slowdive". Not only that. By doing so, I fell in love with their entire (albeit brief) discography.

Preceded by the beautiful album “Just For A Day” which includes the quintessential gem of the genre itself “Slowdive”, “Souvlaki” is its predecessor, destined to make people speak well and, at the same time, poorly of the band.

The fact is that I absolutely don't give a damn.

Because from "Alison" itself, a song that drags me into a whirlwind of endless emotions, I can rediscover the band's desire to try to break away from shoegaze tout-court to attempt to give a slightly more rocker and significantly more pop imprint to their songs.

Songs that, frankly, will remain sealed in my heart and soul. "40 Days", "Sing", the dark and icy ballad "Here She Comes" ("It's so lonely in this place, so cold I don't believe”) the wonderful "When The Sun Hits" which flows into a typically noise refrain that sends you into ecstasy. And Rachel's voice is so heavenly (listen to believe "Machine Gun") that, many times, it intertwines well with Neil's darker one (in the opener "Alison" with a very rocker retro taste, also due to the slightly more distorted use of the guitar sound).

A journey beyond the mind, a journey beyond life itself.

If I had to travel beyond my life, I would want this album as the soundtrack. I would want to savor the wonderful melodies of all the tracks, until reaching the acoustic "Dagger" where the album closes.

Then to start everything all over again.

I desire nothing else. Consider it my testament.

I just hope that afterward they let me listen to all the music I want, with a special place for "Alison".

If only everything were so damn possible, I would do it today……