Unwound
Leaves Turn Inside You

THE REVIEW

Sometimes it takes little to feel alive. I don't even know how many mornings, post-Saturday night hangover, I've tried to keep my head from exploding.

Listening to your own breath... just to feel alive.

Everything spins. Forgetting how to stand. Confusing right with left. Few forces in the body, necessary to drag myself from the bed to the stereo.

Music: for salvation.

Regenerate my sick sleep. And HIS gaze no longer makes sense. He might as well never have had eyes, as far as I'm concerned.

I just need a cure. Something to drag me elsewhere. And SHE doesn't exist. A satisfied smile underlines the fact that for once THAT BITCH is out of my mind... because we've all had a bitch. We've all had our hearts broken, even if just for a few minutes.

(I must stop pasting faded images inside my eyelids to see YOU even with closed eyes).

Musical self-harm.

Is there anything more sublime than listening to music that marked moments that will never return?

Is there anything more sad, melancholy, wonderful?

Damn, there isn't.

There's not, that's how it is. You will never find it.

Never.

Leaves Turn Inside You is me. I am the one fleeing motionless. I escape while staying in my world.

The Unwound of Fake Train were sonic noise-makers, and I loved them. The Unwound of this double album are something else. Psychedelia, interstellar journeys, distant post-rock echoes, voices of the cosmos, motorpsychosis, the more polite Sonic Youth, soft shoegaze whispers: One Lick Less was recorded on a cloud, there's no other explanation. An immense work that I comfortably associate with Mellon Collie or Trust Us or even DayDream Nation.

An ascent to the sky, starting from hell, crossing all noises and all moods.

Listening to music that is your own breath.

And maybe I'm not really talking about music... maybe I was just talking about myself...

Or who knows, maybe I was talking about you...

Yes, you who are reading...