Imagine a beach and fill it with memories. The most beautiful ones, both those you've actually experienced and those you wish you had experienced but haven’t had the chance to yet. Now look at it all with detachment, so you can smile at those special moments and imagine a sweet melancholy. Now you can press "play" on your CD player and start "Within and Without."

This album isn’t a miracle, mind you, but it guarantees emotions. Don’t think of Lounge or Chill-out music, Ernest Greene is part of that Chill-wave movement that has recently begun to gain recognition. Each song is dreamlike, almost as if to depict moments of joy and simultaneously love under the warm blanket of a summer nostalgia made of memories.

The first track "Eyes Be Closed" represents the manifesto of this album. "Echoes" is suited for sunset strolls, when, warmed by the sun, one savors the evening party with loved ones. The other gems are enriched by Greene's muffled voice, recalling an 80’s Synth pop with a very delicate and sophisticated touch. The beats are never annoying or harsh, and sometimes, thanks to the musical trails of the songs, a certain shoegaze influence can be perceived.

Those who remember or have ever had the chance to listen to Plastic Buddha will realize how the sound and creativity of artists inspired by their genre have evolved. However, if Lounge music is often considered background music or filler between aperitif conversations, here we are faced with something very different. It’s necessary to stop and pay attention. Listen to believe.

"Before" is beautiful, evoking suggestive images and letting the mind and memories float with a delicate rhythm and dreamy synths. To conclude, "You and I" and "A Dedication" bring us back to a moment of greater intimacy, almost suggesting we empathize with the couple on the cover. We are thus enveloped in a sweet embrace built with piano and keyboards that recall everything and, at the same time, nothing... "Within and Without," indeed.

Listen to it and let yourself get lost, even many times, in this nostalgic summer.

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