Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Bluetooth Motorcycle Talkie

Mùm - Finally we are no one (2002)

an album that lives in an eternal dimension muffled. From Iceland
with heat, I would say. Múm I do play with the sounds and Children go back almost to the point that I imagine their music as an ideal background for groups of asylum. It 'nice to let yourself' go to the atmosphere as the room (ha) istics, with the ever-invasive electronic sizzled, and the arches as in the beautiful I can not feel my hand anymore, for example. The female voice so childish, then, plays its decisive role. Beautiful We have a map of the floor, with that instrumental break and the opening words of guitar and piano at the center. All
played at your fingertips, never go over the top. Well, perhaps Mum is the limit here, although able to write brilliant melodies and inspired, show a bit of repetition of strings (the final excessively long The Land Between Solar System), lingering in different compositions almost like jam sessions. Then, for heaven's sake, perhaps their goal is precisely that, to bring the listener into a dreamlike wraparound plan to rock it with confidence and linearity. Listening is very pleasant, but leaves me with a hint of uncertainty ... Electronics petty or song form? Oh well, who cares, we stand in this comfortable limbo giochiamoci and on ...

múm - Finally We Are No One (2002)

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