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Once again in the whale's mouth, it lets us sail through the infinite sea of forgotten melodies, but always in a heart that beats not at alien rhythms nor stops to admire motionless landscapes.
But after all, this record takes your heart and squeezes it between the velvety hands of baroque pop. Holding your breath with open eyes feels beautiful.
Hands suspended in time, 60's or a revisit?
So many things come to mind.
Sunshine pop as if the Beatles were surfing in California.
Baroque like the Bee Gees in a 60's tropical club amidst little umbrellas and Bacharach.
It seems very cartoonish, very Yellow Submarine.
Believe me, we are in the mouth of the whale, not of a tuna.
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