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Rating: Cold black monolith, seemingly smooth, allows itself to be admired, sending out unsettling signals, attracting every form of light, disturbing common audibility. The dense, tangible atmosphere it emanates could be cut into slices.
I believe many thinking beings would reject this musical artifact outright, they would dismiss it. Honestly, I wouldn't blame them, but this is the reason that at 41, I love music so much. The absolute freedom, the joy of discovering, loving works that many disdain without knowing, feeling immaturely superior.
A black sculpture carved by a solitary Canadian, perhaps it is not his intention to communicate with us, but it would be a grave error not to approach it, exploring the countless details that adorn it, making it a jewel of magnetic charm.
Black noise screams of violated strings under a bombardment of electro meteors, shoegaze storms that, like sirens, draw us like a navigating Odysseus on an amplifier towards ambient noise cliffs, lure us into a hidden paradise with tempestuous melodies, in ambient oasis with a sky streaked by electric discharges
I'm 41, a bit quirky myself, but I love music, a projector that brings to life images, sounds, musical memories, deeply personal recollections that I lack the gift to explain, assuming anyone might care.
Melody, perhaps only I hear so much melody beneath the surface, this is why I love music. Private emotions, perhaps misplaced but always emotions.
Doom marked by the deaf beats of a wild heart and yet black shoegaze tides with a warm metallic taste, violated by a divine electricity until leading us to a sweet drone landing.
I love music, if I’m honest, deep down I'm happy that certain masterpieces are dismissed outright by obtuse ears and remain hidden treasures for a few mavericks like Yours Truly.
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