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Rating: Winter in half an hour.
The closed curtains hide a gloomy sky... the desire for a fireplace, a duvet, a warm embrace.
Solitude meets nostalgia. ("November Song") . The revealed romance towards someone I have never forgotten. ("Flooding River")
I feel incredibly good, attached to this melancholic state.
Always gentle notes, no wasted effect, such engaging simplicity. ("Rise On")
Pure, clear, and immediate ("The Dawn And The Embrace"), so delicate and harmonious. ("The Place Where This Path Leads")
This sonic ray illuminates me.
These are the sensations I feel listening to the debut work of Francesco Galano (alias When The Clouds)
Dream-tronica, call it that if you like, I call it magic, a sort of spell that takes me with it for a while, just enough time to dream.
The night: it's probably the right time to daydream with "The Longed For Season," until falling into a sweet and deep slumber ("The House Of Sleep").
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