(Brief notes on "Bukkake" Casto Immanuel .)
Much is said in the Blogosphere this song seemingly miraculous .
look at the album cover, the title "Deflorata ', the artist pale, emaciated, lying apparently lifeless in the bathtub. A hairdryer for a few euro a tool of murder / suicide purifier, the representation of the end post, almost ironically, right there, where the album starts. Decadent
of way? Maybe, but only to be satisfied that the superficial first impression. We understand however that the life of this young artist - unusually modest and self-park in time, favoring the appearance than do - but his background includes a milieu full of incredibly visual arts, theater, Situationist, performance, communication.
Let's listen. It is obvious in the first instance, the deep timbre and sensual, it calls to mind the David Sylvian of better times, are never too regrets Japan. (We recommend, he commands the cover of the immortal "Army of Me" the diva Bjork, the former "Voyeur" (2004)).
The production is impeccable strings and ethnic percussion blend with the electronics: it captures the unmistakable bass of the TS-808, echoes of clavinet: thirty years of music condensed into a few minutes mad passion. The treatment of high noise level, the image is clear and well defined bass frequencies take the stomach.
The question is whether the self-produced recordings so we can give, be able to do what this young artist when (because it is not an if but a when we speak, we are sure) will be given by a lit major at hands of a skillful writer?
pause for a moment, last thing on vocals: sixth impertinent, he quotes the learned Sasaki , but we want to detect, even in the elaborate harmonies short form, almost warbling, the female counterpart, including augmented fourth, fifth, sixth.
A reminder, of course, the popular vocal tradition of the Balkans (think for example of the evolution - literally - acrobatic of traditional Bulgarian vocals, with jumps of sixth, ninth and eleventh on a rhythm in compound time, or to find out multivoice Mongolian fatteci never too praised by a Demetrio Stratos), an exotic and never performed a technique commonly, but increasingly internalized and replicated by the way, in elaborating a sound plot never heard before.
For now we can say only this: will the summer song, the album of the year , perhaps, but for us it is more: such talent can not, must not be overlooked.
Here we stop. The truth is right to acknowledge also because the case is rare, is one:
There is too much art in Bukkake for a single review.
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