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Rating: You are a great songwriter, so why the hell are you chasing butterflies in the dark? Please, don't tell me the story of your drummer friend again, the one who hinted at a rhythm and then went haywire. What? It is on that very uncertain sea that the raft coming from Venus was sailing, and hence the imprinting, the little geese, and what else? Ok, here we go again, now you'll tell me that, in any case, there must be wind and that thoughts are only beautiful when disheveled. Everyone says your songs are like spring (oh, if you knew, if you knew, if you knew, suddenly a window opens!!!) and then, in the end, they want order. But spring, damn, spring is disorder, one moment it's raining, the next there's sun, and the fields are all a buzz. Not only that, three fogs make rain, three rains a flood, three dance parties a harlot, and May. May is the month of the crazy and the roses. In short, it's all a mess. And so long live haywire, haywire and stumbling. Even though when you were produced by Andy, you stumbled a bit less. What? Only those who are truly crooked can afford to go smooth? Ok, you always find a way to get by.
And those who say "damn, Martin, if you played with real musicians, then yes," my god, it's been a lifetime that sharks and small sharks try to improve you, so...so you know what we'll do? We'll throw uncle Oscar in their face, do you remember aphorism number 138? The one that says "there's no better way to ruin a person than to try to improve them"? Not bad, eh? Even for all those bearded guys who enter the studio and say things like "move those hundred thousand extras a bit to the right." Oh Martin, forgive them...forgive them, because they don't know what they are doing. They don't know that things are just a moment, a kind of experiment. They need to be done, that's all, and if the result isn't perfect, all the better.
However, Martin, was it really necessary to start over with the tapes? Okay, the last one was perhaps your best Cleaners album, but did you forget that right after, you thought of giving up? And if that contract hadn't popped up, you would have probably done it? What? Things started going too smoothly? The raft turned into a big boat, and you began to think that the real Cleaners from Venus spirit had gone down the drain? Really? So tell me, what exactly is this spirit?
The spirit. Like Syd, right? When, by pushing all the buttons, drove the producer of "Piper" crazy...oh shit, what joy!!! The fish still mid-air, the fish, and the net to catch something, what doesn't matter. So screw everyone, bye Cleaners, and off with your new esoteric game, namely the brotherhood of the lizards.
And so back to Mail Art, back to tapes sent by mail. Inside some enchanted instrumentals and then that damn carousel effect, the silver jangle, din din. Then that song, yes, the one that ended up on the record you did with Captain Sensible, namely "Carmosine". So, how many psych-pop reviews have I done? How many sweets have I talked about? And, above all, how many times have I written "carousel effect"? I've lost count. Well, on "Carmosine" there's the most beautiful carousel effect ever, period.
The second album, instead, you're back in the studio. And, my goodness, it's the champagne the day after, maybe less good, only you didn't remember you had it, so it's better. Low-fi heaven someone says online, damn true!!! A crystalline dream with a hint of anonymity, just a bit (or just a bit) below the perceptual threshold. You almost don't notice it. And anyway, what grace, what delicacy. The light is soft and doesn't dazzle, and, amidst gentle garden hypnosis and something of "Skylarking", everything flows. Is it the sparkling morning or the melancholic afternoon? Both, contessa, both. In any case, milk or lemon to taste. Trallallà.
ps...this album features both the tape and the subsequent record...
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