I don’t know who, if anyone, is actually reading my journal and even more unlikely catching on to the themes but if I were to comment on this recording there, it would be as an iridescent jewel in the lamplight. It starts with a melancholy tone slightly reminiscent of the first movement of Beethoven’s 9th symphony except stretched out and deeply stoned on Valium and indica and lost in the Black Sea. The magic power of post-post-modernism overcomes the animal cruelty of the 20th Century and evokes an unashamed renaissance spiritual adventure if only the listener can put down his swords of frivolity and cynicism and for once openly accept quality. This is music that floats like a sexually starved ghost willing to **** you with a spectral penis that will penetrate your soul with warmth and connectivity.
5/5 Stars
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