Browser... click click... address bar... click... www.debaser.it... enter... WOO how the dear old Debaser has changed. Ah yes, how much time has passed since my last review, too much time. Perhaps even my musical tastes have evolved a bit. "Mumble mumble..." says Stefano DeBaseriano, the ste84 who passed through here about 4 years ago... and just like he did then, he searches through his (now expanded) music collection, pulls out a CD, stretches his fingers, and the clack clack on the keyboard begins.
His choice fell on something he's been listening to lately while browsing the web in search of a job. He doesn't want to be accompanied by rock, metal, or grunge. "Turin Brakes are the right choice" thinks Ste as "Feeling Oblivion" already starts with its acoustic guitars and the duo's voices that give a sense of carefree melancholy. The light percussion accompanies a decisive guitar in the following "Underdog" which paves the way for the futuristic "Future Boy" with its effects that propel it forward into an indefinite time.
"The Door" and "State Of Things" flow pleasantly, while the following "By TV Light" struggles to move forward; but one is awakened by the electric guitar that attacks "Slack", a track perhaps not very in tune with the previous ones but still enjoyable; overall a song that definitely raises the album's tempo. The arpeggios of "Starship" and the desolation of "The Road" bring us back to the atmosphere that pervades the entire LP. "Mind Over Money" gives us one last breath of fresh air before diving back into the rarefied sound of the relaxing concluding track that gives its name to this pleasant album.
Turin Brakes started like this, and like many other bands that debut quietly (see Coldplay), they unfortunately lost their distinctive trademark after a short time, unnecessarily pumping up music that proudly carried the flag of the guitar-voice combo.
I correct the review, polish it up, and off it goes... I serve it to all the DeBaseriani. And I say hello to all those who were there, to those who have recently arrived at this fantastic website, and I send a greeting to those who left with music in their hearts.
This pseudo-acoustic duo seems somewhere between the most boring moments of R.E.M. and John Denver.
There is always the feeling of déjà-vu or better, déjà-heard.
"PLEASE, SAVE ME... SAVE ME FROM MYSELF" invokes UNDERDOG; the cure will be based on dreams in music and words stolen from the stars.
The voice of EMERGENCY 72 is the passport to an unconscious ecstasy.