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Titolo: (per Morris) Wolf - Rocket Science

Debut release for the project named Wolf, unearthing the atmospheric
tendencies of Broken Dog's and erstwhile producer of Tram and Monograph,
Clive Painter. Another album of lush instrumentals may be the last thing you
need given the amount of it about these days, but 'Rocket Science' is the
exception to the rule. Sure it lulls, courts, caresses, teases and torments
but that is only half of the story, within the space of ten tracks Painter
manages to burrow into the psyche and to the core of emotions and tranquil
desires.
Recorded during last year, Painter has painstakingly provided a colourful
canvas, delving into feelings of loneliness and abandonment, paradises never
visited but instinctively within us all visited every time we dream. These
melodic mosaics at times soar with bands as untouchable and tempestuous as
Sigur Ros, at others possessing the slow burn qualities of Mogwai, the eerie
ghost like chill of Black Heart Procession and the sublime nature of Yellow
6. By using subtle guitar treatments, improvisation and digital wizardry
what initially appears sparse grows in stature with each repeated listen.
Richly laden with atmospheric heraldry, 'Rocket Science' manages to explore
various elements, each track neatly gliding jigsaw puzzle like into the next
in some sense maintaining regularity and certainty yet in others managing to
cut a distinct feel of uniqueness throughout.
Opening with the dragging sounds of melancholia on 'Ignition', it manages to
convey a feeling of desperation and futility within a tapestry that is
almost middle eastern in sound and texture and almost shadow stepping the
masterful Godspeed in the process without the apocalyptic drama. 'General
view of the world' on the face of it is a simplistic foray into reverb
guitar semantics although coated in an ever so eerie vibe of detachment.
'Black Skies' dallies with exotic landscapes, magnificently arranged, feint
chiming guitar that shower a statuesque attitude across a diluted fabric of
eerieness brought to the fore by the liberal use of a theremin, overall a
beguiling mini epic of sorts.
'Minor Axis' again recaptures and revisits the emotions of solace, touching
similar heights scaled so admirably by the likes of Jon Attwood and a host
of other atmospheric soundscapers. A strange union of flowing wintry
moodisms that coalesce with grandiose rhythmic happy go lucky chord
structures that again utilise and impart a sense of distance underlined with
hope.
'Rocket Science' the title track is a crafted piece of trippyness that
stutters and tumbles in all manner of spacey extremes, though fans of John
Fahey will no doubt revel in the sublimely wonderful decor of 'K66' that
goes a far way in praise like eminence of 'The Portland Cement Factory at
Monolith California', quite irresistible. Ghost like lullabies are the order
of the day on 'Driven Away', a superbly chilled devil of a tune.
Prized track of the album is 'Out there, somewhere' a dreamy slice of
oscillating ambience, slowly unfolding and ascending similar triumphant
filled homeliness as the greatest tear jerking anthemic surges of the
wronged man scenes in any Morricone scored epic. Think of the more refined
and emotionally charged moments of Sigur Ros grooving with the low key
tempestuous building blocks typically choreographed by Godspeed, a crushing
classic.
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Keats

 Che dici ti basta? ;-)
No, voglio anche nomi, cognomi, date di nascita ed indirizzi...
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Morris Lord of the Wolves
"Wild child in a world of trouble,
wild child in a world of pain"