Floppy disks are our vintage, that's a fact. Soon cds will follow too. Before this comes true, grab Carlo Barbagallo's "Floppy Disk", a very talented sicilian musician who is also a member of Albanopower and Suzanne'Silver. If you're sick of the derailed application of the concept of "indie", have a listen to his 11 tracks, to be played as if they were two sides of a vinyl. You're going to find various analogies with both the way and the ethics stemmed from 70's record production added to a low-fi necessity but without the blurred mind of those who deny the past and keep from knowing what has happened afterwards. Rarely enough, "Floppy Disk" leaves an ultimate image in your mind, hitting the ground around that place psychologists call "ocean feeling", that is the unborn reactions to the outer stimulus they perceive when they are still in the womb. Psycho-Floydish attitude becomes a natural partner to the latest Beatles, as well as a conservation of the american classics (Neil Young, country, blues, west coast rock radios) added to an eye for 90's disciples like Layne Staley, Shawn Smith and Greg Dulli; alienated impros descend smoothly from the glam era written by Brian Eno, Bowie and King Crimson. Here is an unaware hold on to the present Dr. Dog and the already regretted Beta Band, vocal deviations à la Damon Albarn's soundtracks and an osmotic liaison with Albanopower (another dissociated utopia, if you look at our times) whose lemon tree field has witnessed the birth of the vocal lines. In translucency you see Barbagallo, a new figure who's intended to populate like elves do our oneiric, narc-hypnotic, maieutic dimension of our musical reception: a cubic super8 kaleidoscope yellow blurred patina from which you cannot escape in first place, then you don't even want to, right when butterflies begin to prevail. (Enrico Veronese - Translation: Francesco Cantone)
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