The term schizophrenia refers to a form of psychiatric illness characterized by persistent symptoms of altered thought, behavior, and emotion, severe enough to limit a person's normal activities.
But what effect can schizophrenia have on a two-headed monster?
Maybe it ends up that the two heads think exactly the same things, right?
And if one of these two brains hosts a talented folk guitarist and the other a cut'n'paste wizard, what can happen?
Well, in my opinion, something similar to this album by the Books would emerge. Second album from the American duo, a gem of folktronic Dadaism.
Minimalist arpeggios, cinematic samples (even from Medea by Pier Paolo Pasolini: “everything is sacred, everything is sacred, everything is sacred, there's nothing natural in nature, my boy, remember that well”), oriental atmospheres, toy-like accelerations, ridiculous climaxes, an enchanting voice (thanks to Anne Doerner), instruments that change depending on the occasion, a delicately jazz spirit, a dancing and deliberately inconsistent mood, radio disturbances… All together, mercilessly mixed.
The taste of the past sneaks into our years to lead us toward the future. That's all.
Few words for a monumental album, saying more would make even less sense…
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