Mirrorring, Foreign Body

(Kranky, 2012)

Es como un extraño sueño en varias escenas aparentemente inconexas que tienen, sin embargo, un hilo conductor común que no acaba de hacerse consciente. "Fell Sound" es la primera escena: flotas plácidamente en una neblina luminosa en la que se confunden la paz y la tristeza en las lánguidas reverberaciones de una melodía hermosa y atmosférica que se graba en tu memoria al instante, o tal vez la recuerdas de un sueño anterior. Tras la desnudez de "Silent From Above", el dream folk toma forma de nuevo en "Cliffs", una canción enigmática con interludios ambient y un fraseo de guitarra que te acompaña por un viaje difícil de concretar pero hermoso. El sueño se va desdibujando en abismos de melancolía a través de "Drowning the Call" y "Mine", hasta el oscuro aislamiento de "Mirror of Our Sleeping", tan simple como efectiva. En suma, un sueño agridulce, de innegable brillantez y belleza, al tiempo que casi doloroso en su tristeza somnolienta.

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It's like a weird dream in several seemingly unrelated scenes that however, have a common thread that doesn't become conscious. "Fell Sound" is the first scene: you fleet peacefully in a luminous haze in which peace and sadness merge in the languid reverberations of a beautiful and atmospheric melody that is etched in your memory at once, or maybe you remember it from an earlier dream. After the nakedness of "Silent From Above", dream folk comes back in "Cliffs", an enigmatic song with ambient interludes and a guitar phrasing that goes along with you on a difficult to define but beautiful journey. The dream fades away in depths of melancholy through "Drowning the Call" and "Mine", until the dark isolation of "Mirror of Our Sleeping", simple but effective. In sum, a bittersweet dream of undeniable brilliance and beauty, while almost painful in its sleepy sadness.

[listen to "fell sound" / buy]