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Saphir
[Cruel Moon/Cold Meat Industry]
It's a really nice concept which hides behind the ten tracks of Ataraxia's new album. By choosing the garden, under its more diverse forms (the hanging gardens of Babylon, Japanese, French or English gardens), it's a whole cohort of flowers', trees', fruits' and grasses' scents which delicately mix with the new compositions of the Italian trio. Ten titles (eleven if you count the hidden track) on which you hear the strange metallic voice of Francesca Nicoli, strained between light discordances and powerful lyrical surges, clear a trail among passion flowers and weeping willows. Echoes of fountains, rustle of branches, the whole nature breathes through these contemplative and romantic lyrics (The Gentle Sleep, Blood of Cherries, A Green for Her Voice). Ataraxia exhales of a poetry we could qualify of rural if the diverse symbolics (mythology, magic, etc.) placed beside the myth of the garden didn't bring the listener well beyond the simple bucolic stroll. Only armed of its acoustic guitars, its synths and percussions, the band describes with passion and conviction a beautiful scenery of light and shadow, in which mixes Mediterranean warmth, oriental serenity, childhood memories, mythology and Victorian daintiness. "Saphir" is an album to be listened to and to be breathed...
Stéphane Leguay |
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