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Rating: According to my grandfather, food is the best medicine (for the body).
In the same way, the coordinated invasion of Stearica and Acid Mothers Temple & Melting Paraiso U.F.O. is the best therapy for your sonic spirit.
Once again, Stearica releases with Homeopathic (a small local reality openly intending to prioritize quality over quantity) and this time they are together with that Japanese band with the extremely long name mentioned above.
They are Japanese-freak veterans capable of anything (even monthly record releases), so much so that we might even venture not to define it as "just" a band.
The others, Stearica, a synonym for sonic bliss, come fresh from the unwavering success of Oltre (which earned them a circle of fortunate and judicious listeners) and are always eager to mix with curious and strange people with a single categorical imperative: good music.
Let's be clear: in this album (unusual digipak format, about forty-two minutes in length) you will find nothing else (good music). Is that not enough for you? That's your problem.
Everything flows spontaneously like an eruption from freestanding amplifiers, the interaction fluidifies people and musical instruments. People thousands of kilometers apart and yet capable of speaking a grand universal language.
On a technical level, the basic architecture is psychedelic rock. There's the drum set (thundering as desired, tinkling as preferred), there are the guitars (in swarms!), the bass (abundant and dense like the good old sauce, the one with the right amount of onion and the basil leaf on top).
On the psychodelicious carpets that Acid Mothers Temple can set up with unparalleled mastery, Stearica graft their melodic ideas, their constructed tensions, tense or frayed, sound liquidity still capable of hitting you on the head (when needed).
Sound for the sound's sake, it seems like something elusive and unstable but when passion and genuineness drive it forward, the result is solid and precise tracks that make you think that working on them further only risks ruining them. Exactly like ricotta.
There, this album is very similar to ricotta (if you like ricotta). You don't need instructions to enjoy good ricotta. It's one of those products where form and function blend as you please.
This album doesn't need instructions. It takes you and gives you what it has to offer, tells you what it has to tell you in whatever language you wish to read it, and then leaves you free. Keep listening, that's the album's invitation.
No wish was ever more spot-on.
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