I literally want to celebrate what is the latest album by one of the best bands currently around, definitely one of my favorites, and one of those neo-psychedelic bands that, up to this moment, hasn't made a single misstep.
From the city of Tucson, Arizona, here are the The Myrrors who last May released via the always great and legendary label Beyond Beyond Is Beyond Records their latest album, 'Entranced Earth', practically a year after their last release, the EP 'Southwest Tour' (recorded on the occasion of a tour in the southwest of the United States of America) and which followed that fantastic LP that was 'Arena Negra' (Beyond Beyond Is Beyond Records), practically one of the most noteworthy episodes of last year. Just as I equally believe that this last album is undoubtedly destined to make its mark on 2016 in some way.
In practice, these guys would no longer have anything to prove. Listen, if you like, to 'Burning Circle In The Sky', released in 2008 and recently reissued by Fuzz Club Records, further proof that the Myrrors are practically one of the major forces in the psychedelic genre. A band that stands out from the great mass thanks to their undeniable talent and also because album after album they have always innovated their sound and experimented with different sonic solutions.
'Entranced Earth' consequently is a different album from what 'Arena Negra' could have been. The band literally immerses itself in a different atmosphere, which is more meditative and with an approach to the psychedelic subject that has more evocative references compared to the past and somehow looks eastwards. A kind of philosophical and existential shift and a musical proposal that in some way travels back in time and with regard to the present time invites a different approach to the reality around us in both a spiritual and material sense.
Recently, I found myself lost in reading a book by the Indian author Ahmed Salman Rushdie (born in Bombay in 1947) and titled 'Midnight's Children'. Published in 1981, in the book the author paints and narrates in an atmosphere I would define as magical and in an apparently chaotic and delirious manner, but gradually more and more lucid as memories appear increasingly vivid when digging deep within one's mind and within the depths of one's soul, those that were the events that preceded and followed India's independence in 1947. A narrative that is somehow laden with symbols and that recounts the existence of an entire people as well as the individual in a blend between the narration of historical facts and those that may be legends and tales stemming from the ancient Indian culture and mixed with the blend of different, innumerable cultural and religious traditions and heritage. And all this is in some way curious. It's curious indeed that I am reading this book right now, which would be during the days of 'Brexit' (how can one deny the role of the British in those events and those that followed and continue today), just as it's curious to seek some connection between these events and the listening of music like this, which is then basically an invitation to go beyond and cross any possible boundary.
'Liberty Is In The Street' is a kind of anthem of joy, witnessing a kaleidoscopic procession, a parade of gigantic Indian elephants and beautiful dancers covered in silk garments who move to the rhythm of the music and gracefully whirl through the air among the noise and wonder of the crowd. The thrilling intro of 'No Clear Light' is in practice a kind of ritual, which places us in a mystical dimension. From that moment everything changes and if we close our eyes, we realize we are elsewhere in another space and time yet at the same time perfectly at ease: as if we have always lived that particular historical moment. 'Entraced Earth', 'Tallos', the long session and mantra - as the title suggests - of 'Invitation Mantra' and the energetic and mighty kraut ride of 'Surem Dervish' constitute a kind of imaginary and ideal journey across past centuries. We walk confidently along roads that were previously traced and trod by the passage of Alexander the Great, from the city of Pergamon to the snow-capped peaks of the Hindu Kush range, struck on the road to Damascus, admired and ecstatic at the base of the Tower of Babel, feeling so small and ridiculous in our miserable individual existence yet at the same time so large and somehow infinite as humanity might be.
I don't know if I can exactly describe what I feel and somehow I feel happy, reassured by the fact that what I feel might be the same but at the same time different from what your sensations and emotions might be. We are the same thing and at the same time we are not, and I am at the same time confused yet aware that everything might appear simple and be easy to describe and to tell and explain. May Ganesh remove every obstacle, whether material or spiritual, from our path and give us that infinite human knowledge that we as a collective must necessarily have acquired over the course of our history.
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