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Rating: Just as on the road connecting Orlando to Palermo all you might find are imaginary hitchhikers with noticeable deficiencies in their geographical knowledge of the entire terrestrial globe, halfway between Downtempo and Techno, one should only find black and white rainbows without shades of grey, and, with innate luck, someone could hope at the very limit to meet the gaze of some cannibal unicorn. And that's it, nothing more to offer should be found on the aforementioned paths.
If at the moment, 2017, architectural engineering has not yet endeavored to disprove as much as it could of the above statement, from England, behind a lomo-effect cover, Mr. "Suncastle" tries with almost convincing results to debunk the dogmas of its second part.
In an emotional field of coppery leaves and the wet scent of earth, slow kicks bloom like flowers in spring, guiding the eye along that childlike and juvenile horizon which, heavy as a generational obstacle, drags behind moments of earnest engagement.
Easy Listening and no need for celebration, just to have something in the background while you fold the laundry. Simplicity, at the crossroads of two parallel roads, nothing more, nothing less.
Charming, fast, honest; and you forget about it until the next spin cycle.
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