Gancio Cielo 2 - Il Gruppo Respingi Comete
After entering our world thru the side-door with his deeply beguiling Gancio Cielo (Alla Ricerca Del Terzo Occio Di Tartaruga), Italy’s Francesco Cavaliere leads us farther down the rabbit hole in Gancio Cielo 2 for the wonderful Hundebiss label.
Reprising the role of storybook-like narrator, Cavaliere twists his saga into ever more fantastical electro-acoustic/aleatoric/library zones, where he “explores a world where comets and cosmic stones pour down from the sky… Half-fish half-agate creatures collect debris while others, while floating on pneumatic tyres, glide onto wet surfaces like on bob skates, trying to catch the ones fallen into the water. Here we find groups of kids, spazzini cosmici, who with their mineral gloves refract rocks and comets back into the sky.”
Like us, unless you understand Italian, you’re fucked for a handrail down this slippery spiral, and that’s a big part of the fun involved here - simply following the signposts of your protagonist’s intonation and onomatopoeic gesticulation is a trip in itself; with warped, melting dimensions framed by an oily patina of electronics and bubbling synth voices that hypnotise and take us somewhere far more innocent yet surreal, half-awake and hypnagogic.
The first volume has become something of a sleeper hit around these parts so it’s a pleasure to be taken away once again…
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After entering our world thru the side-door with his deeply beguiling Gancio Cielo (Alla Ricerca Del Terzo Occio Di Tartaruga), Italy’s Francesco Cavaliere leads us farther down the rabbit hole in Gancio Cielo 2 for the wonderful Hundebiss label.
Reprising the role of storybook-like narrator, Cavaliere twists his saga into ever more fantastical electro-acoustic/aleatoric/library zones, where he “explores a world where comets and cosmic stones pour down from the sky… Half-fish half-agate creatures collect debris while others, while floating on pneumatic tyres, glide onto wet surfaces like on bob skates, trying to catch the ones fallen into the water. Here we find groups of kids, spazzini cosmici, who with their mineral gloves refract rocks and comets back into the sky.”
Like us, unless you understand Italian, you’re fucked for a handrail down this slippery spiral, and that’s a big part of the fun involved here - simply following the signposts of your protagonist’s intonation and onomatopoeic gesticulation is a trip in itself; with warped, melting dimensions framed by an oily patina of electronics and bubbling synth voices that hypnotise and take us somewhere far more innocent yet surreal, half-awake and hypnagogic.
The first volume has become something of a sleeper hit around these parts so it’s a pleasure to be taken away once again…
After entering our world thru the side-door with his deeply beguiling Gancio Cielo (Alla Ricerca Del Terzo Occio Di Tartaruga), Italy’s Francesco Cavaliere leads us farther down the rabbit hole in Gancio Cielo 2 for the wonderful Hundebiss label.
Reprising the role of storybook-like narrator, Cavaliere twists his saga into ever more fantastical electro-acoustic/aleatoric/library zones, where he “explores a world where comets and cosmic stones pour down from the sky… Half-fish half-agate creatures collect debris while others, while floating on pneumatic tyres, glide onto wet surfaces like on bob skates, trying to catch the ones fallen into the water. Here we find groups of kids, spazzini cosmici, who with their mineral gloves refract rocks and comets back into the sky.”
Like us, unless you understand Italian, you’re fucked for a handrail down this slippery spiral, and that’s a big part of the fun involved here - simply following the signposts of your protagonist’s intonation and onomatopoeic gesticulation is a trip in itself; with warped, melting dimensions framed by an oily patina of electronics and bubbling synth voices that hypnotise and take us somewhere far more innocent yet surreal, half-awake and hypnagogic.
The first volume has become something of a sleeper hit around these parts so it’s a pleasure to be taken away once again…
After entering our world thru the side-door with his deeply beguiling Gancio Cielo (Alla Ricerca Del Terzo Occio Di Tartaruga), Italy’s Francesco Cavaliere leads us farther down the rabbit hole in Gancio Cielo 2 for the wonderful Hundebiss label.
Reprising the role of storybook-like narrator, Cavaliere twists his saga into ever more fantastical electro-acoustic/aleatoric/library zones, where he “explores a world where comets and cosmic stones pour down from the sky… Half-fish half-agate creatures collect debris while others, while floating on pneumatic tyres, glide onto wet surfaces like on bob skates, trying to catch the ones fallen into the water. Here we find groups of kids, spazzini cosmici, who with their mineral gloves refract rocks and comets back into the sky.”
Like us, unless you understand Italian, you’re fucked for a handrail down this slippery spiral, and that’s a big part of the fun involved here - simply following the signposts of your protagonist’s intonation and onomatopoeic gesticulation is a trip in itself; with warped, melting dimensions framed by an oily patina of electronics and bubbling synth voices that hypnotise and take us somewhere far more innocent yet surreal, half-awake and hypnagogic.
The first volume has become something of a sleeper hit around these parts so it’s a pleasure to be taken away once again…
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After entering our world thru the side-door with his deeply beguiling Gancio Cielo (Alla Ricerca Del Terzo Occio Di Tartaruga), Italy’s Francesco Cavaliere leads us farther down the rabbit hole in Gancio Cielo 2 for the wonderful Hundebiss label.
Reprising the role of storybook-like narrator, Cavaliere twists his saga into ever more fantastical electro-acoustic/aleatoric/library zones, where he “explores a world where comets and cosmic stones pour down from the sky… Half-fish half-agate creatures collect debris while others, while floating on pneumatic tyres, glide onto wet surfaces like on bob skates, trying to catch the ones fallen into the water. Here we find groups of kids, spazzini cosmici, who with their mineral gloves refract rocks and comets back into the sky.”
Like us, unless you understand Italian, you’re fucked for a handrail down this slippery spiral, and that’s a big part of the fun involved here - simply following the signposts of your protagonist’s intonation and onomatopoeic gesticulation is a trip in itself; with warped, melting dimensions framed by an oily patina of electronics and bubbling synth voices that hypnotise and take us somewhere far more innocent yet surreal, half-awake and hypnagogic.
The first volume has become something of a sleeper hit around these parts so it’s a pleasure to be taken away once again…