And in the cold days of the return of snow in Rome (the whitewashed memories of 1986 have a special place in memory of those who crossed them), the nosound give birth to their hottest concert of their career.
A concert sweaty, intense from the first notes to the last. On stage, the quintet "classic" (Giancarlo Erra on vocals and, along with Paul Vigliarolo , on guitars, Paul Martellacci keyboards, lights Alexander on bass, Gigi Zito on drums) blends with Wooden String Quartet (also in the "classic" configuration, two violins, viola, cello) is funds for the implementation of the equilibrium that gives rise to the entire execution of the last album A Sense Of Loss (KScope / Audioglobe 2009): the part of both musicians, both from the public's attention becomes an element essential. Compared to the studio version of course the performance transforms the sounds and timbres, different return and new nosound, faithful in all and all the melodic lines, but without anxiety to regain so (too) true and fair view recorded. With this approach, I begin seriously to believe that more and more, from now on, (co-) existence of these two souls of nosound: the mixing of a perfectionist and that, more improvvasitiva, ready to meet any change in fertile, that, reason of things, life will only above a stage. So needless to say that all members of nosound are, year after year, concert after concert, taking the safety of their expressive possibilities / instrumental, can be described as individuals and as part of a group. More will be able to concentrate on the work of their music, more will be able to play-play-play, the more these fruits become more mature. From the airy gait of Some Warmth Into This Chill (wow that appropriate title for the day!), Trips to floyidiane Fading Silently (a closure to her heart: delicate solo guitar crescendo of the string quartet ), the harmonies of painful Tender Claim , all'outing emotional My Apology , down to the bottom of the suspended Constant Contrast and more, down at the bottom, until the black heart of A Sense Loss Of , that the ride (including pain cosmic opening to the sidereal light of hope) of Winter Will Come , everything goes incredibly fast (and say that I spent 55 minutes ...), sensation stops, without failure, without interrupting the flow of sensitive material of sound. It is not over yet articulated tail, martial rhythm of the march Winter Will Come, which already feels regret for the approach of the closure of a unique event. The second set (which is less than Wooden String Quartet) opens with a repechage in the past (and it seems like yesterday but years have passed since that cinq Sol29 , which was the opener), In The Air White : today is more persuasive, più rock, più “interattiva” nell’interplay fra i musicisti. Places Remained a seguire, è il solito solidissimo pezzone di perfetto new psychedelic rock , capace di scuotere il pubblico, introducendo al sound dei NoSound (scusate il gioco di parole...), anche chi non aveva già trovato una “sua” porta di accesso. From Silence To Noise , è l’altro asse cardinale nell’immaginario e nella discografia del gruppo, costituendo la sintesi delle loro tante essenze (quella che si richiama ai Pink Floyd, quella che si dipana tra i rivoli dell’Ambient, quella eterea, quella concreta). Il secondo atto si chiude con quello standard “della prima ora” which has now become Idle End , all played on the song Arpeggiator repeated in a crescendo until the very end long solo dreamy. The faces of these songs have grown up with those of the components of nosound, wrinkles have not led to think up tricks to hide them, but have brought forth a new way to exist.
For the encore, yet the ensemble approach, with the return of the Wooden String Quartet, to perform that song is that capital Kites (from Lightdark), can reveal the entire musical universe training, and the instrumental The Moment She Knew now elected by piece-formula di questa esperienza, a mio avviso rara e riuscita, di equilibrio fra post-rock, ambient e rock psichedelico, che coincide con il nome stesso dei NoSound.
Come ultimo dono una opportuna riproposizione di Some Warmth Into This Chill , che ripetuta alla fine risente di un ulteriore miglioramento, condensando tutta la scioltezza e il calore ormai guadagnato.
Come altre volte, più di altre volte auspico, anzi noi di Invisible Bane auspichiamo, ai NoSound di poter realizzare il sogno di una meritata tournée. E’ veramente un peccato che solo poche centinaia di eletti abbiano modo di assistere ai loro concerti. Ad Anyway, I'm happy to be among them ...
Stefano Fasti
Setlist:
Act 1:
A Sense Of Loss
Some Warmth Into This Fading Chill
Silently
Tender Claim
My Apology
Constant Contrast
Winter Will Come
Act 2: In The White
Air
Places Remained
From Silence To Noise
Idle End
Encores:
Kites
The Moment She Knew
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Some Warmth Into This Chill
[This review appararirà also on the site http://www.storiadellamusica.it/]
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