Sunn O)))
White2

How cold it is while I'm writing this review... I haven't closed the window yet... yes... yes... I know... I'm still here singing the praises of O'Malley and co... but tonight, for the first time, I did an experiment worthy of note, which led me to be even more amazed at the actual scope of music like this.

White2 has been out for two years now, in fact just a couple of months ago Black1 (the first in the new "Black" series) was released, and I'm listening to that too, don't worry... very beautiful, no doubt about it, it’s shocking to hear such concentrated syntheses of unease projected at such an indecent volume... after all, it's their style. But let's not digress... I was talking about an experiment... a test I've been meaning to do one day... a new way of experiencing a record with such extreme potential like this in a, let's say, rather peculiar situation. It must have been the two-hundredth time that I've placed White2 in the stereo, many of these two hundred at a very LOUD volume... but never ever did I push beyond, as I did this evening... and I confirmed the inexhaustible depth of the contents evoked by this album.

A journey into the EGO. In fact, being home alone, on a night where cold and fog reign outside, and one should just thank any heavenly entity for having a roof over their head, my mind, for some time no longer addicted to cannabis due to a driver's license test, was craving a good dose of insanity to escape the discontent that for a while has been gripping me and isolating me from the outside world (you know when everyone you know is being filtered out and you have to stay away from them... ); so I got into my pajamas, opened the window wide to let the cold, howling wind seep between these 4 walls, snuggled into my bed with the covers over my face, then I hit PLAY with the remote, and right after that I turned off the light... From beginning to end. Try it too.