How Can I Dry The Humidity In My House

Salem Lights Power Station

For now, we call happiness
(The Tempest)


This is to all Indeed, the debut album of Vasco Brondi and disfigured by his imaginary life. Yes, because "Songs from the beach spoiled" was born as the rearrangement of those tracks that were traveling illegally to the network, shouting from his tiny myspace and you hear just because they are made crooked born, defective and annoying. That famous demo, I still somewhere (which I tightly sealed in the heart, along with all its distortions and those screams almost embarrassing), but not in a box wrapped in a squalid cdr, had within it all, did not need to be rearranged or re-registered. To my ears the songs have always had the bitter taste of something you wanted to work was too perfect to be heard by a wider audience, as indeed happened unexpectedly, but the alternative versions, the incomparable original. Here, the density and the surprise disarming spontaneity and the indomitable spirit of words and phrases appear side by side in the case, able to create images and draw close paths in each listener and every play, we find up to date in these ten new songs, which critics denounced as carbon copies of earlier, but so too much noise when you all feel the need to tell your frustrations or download. This time, knows nothing artificial, so everything is born, along with fellow travelers as enlightened Stefano Pilia (formerly 3/4HadBeenEliminated , performing several solo albums and collaborations of celebrities and now in the permanent reborn Massimo Volume ) Enrico Gabrielli (overactive instrumentalist between Mariposa , 35 Caliber , Afterhours , Mike Patton and much more), Rodrigo D'Erasmo (also already in Afterhours and distinguished sideman than a thousand projects and collaborations) and again that Giorgio Canali who has weaned the quality story-telling, but this time lets walk alone. And "Dear catastrophe" that opens this new album by the aging part of that demo, and the author's awareness of music that was already present, although discordant noises and cries of foul. And continues with the song that more one can approach the definition of a single (even has a chorus that could be called something obviously beautiful and tears), or that "When you come from abroad" that takes no prisoners with its harmonic progression and verbal from her heart. And the flow of sound and dense report continues, driven by feedback in a masterly way that shrivel the heart of Pili from the lines of violin D'Erasmo, and a thousand sounds Gabrielli, that if the travel as undisturbed, invisible and discreet voice of carers and arpeggios Brondi making flying high, very high. It will open up new flowers and sweetness with violence that bring tears in his eyes, new phrases to write on diary, to be tattooed on their arms or to impress on the walls. Unexpected you settle in, once again heavy and sweet, to each his own. I my me I hold inside, well hidden and protected.