Uzi & Ari
Headworms

It happens to let a CD gather dust on a shelf, it happens when you are in periods not very inclined to new listening, or perhaps if turmoil and apathy are clashing with each other in your head, leaving no room for curiosity, thus dulling...making you lazy. So it happens that the album of a group appreciated by me for the previous work gets unwrapped late. Better late than never, what honest banality.
I still bite my nails, I even do it for missing the Uzi & Ari live in Milan just because that evening I was alone. Blame the annoying friends’ bail outs... no, ok, it's my fault that I didn’t go and that's it.

The previous “It Is Freezing Out” had given me intense emotions especially “due to” a couple of pieces perfect for expressiveness and sound output. The rest was a skillful, delicate and calm intimate work embroidered by acoustic strings and enhanced by electro-vintage strokes, partly drawing from the more recent Radiohead-like poetry.
However, this last “Headworms” succeeds in what its predecessor did not, namely, being constant and perfectly balanced, giving the work as a whole a great depth. “Headworms”, in simple words, is a splendid album. Ten tracks, each damn aware, each brought to light with extraordinary sensitivity.

Ben Shepard, the soul of the San Francisco band, has a great gift: that of conceiving the idea without the birth altering its essence and purity.
This means having total awareness of what must come out of every damned gadget. It also means sharing a passion (or a morbid need) together with friendly minds, speaking your language, accomplices in the project until the incestuous insemination determines its success.

For the first time on the DeBaserian channel, I am reviewing a work without listing tracks or dwelling on feelings, specific moments (or simple comments) that the individual songs offer to the listener. I don't do it because it would be superfluous.
The album in question should be taken without giving too many footholds, giving it the necessary time to blossom. There are no drops in tone, in style. The moments of lackluster inspiration are rare. Everything is annoyingly coherent, smooth and intense.
It is worth highlighting that the main influence is very clear (already mentioned in these lines), but it would just be an excuse not to fully value the abilities of a band that also has its own words to say, primarily its own words.

Dedicated to those who get emotional looking at a decaying and blurred landscape. Recommended for those who see in the landscape a nature that releases oxygen in the form of frequencies.