There is love in you. 
To sing, dance and enjoy the latest creation by Kieran Hebden chewing it is not necessary long as I did. I could write and release the flavor and resonance-free even during the course of his first play, blindfolded with one eye (or ear) as already prepared by a 'Love Cry ' previous two months, hot enough to wanting to hear the mix with the rest, but I missed the moment, so I hide behind an excuse not strictly specific and defined as a protagonist with a succession of idle time and increasing to lazy to run after just behind. So only now comes the time of this disc, which is the result or the equation of the ease of listening and the incomprehensibility of composition: the work of magicians. Unleash colors, visions dance private lap dance in illustrated and animated version, released and propellers resonant echoes all around them (' Reversing '); that devilry, that laboratory brevity made crackling sounds, increasing from time in time to fill an empty space that otherwise would probably be suspended, because, quite frankly, it seems that the wonder British music as if they were assembling Lego toy, but a case with a poise and impeccable precision, sophisticated, foolproof if the intent is to hit and ground. Lying down it is easier to dream and follow the sonic vibrations that are shaped by information and get candy, not excluding the intricacies of a dream, always less than vigilant in order to be surprised and satisfied twice each revelation. And in this concentration extrappetitoso, revelations, there are many high peaks that, in addition to the aforementioned. Wasting good words from God knows who counted, caressed and too overly excited this time? How could you allow before such proportion and fairness? Here's masterpiece (touched) runs out marked the end of sleep and waking as well. As usual, no more vivid reminder of the journey has only just finished pieces, you can dig a little memory even if the sign somewhere, lawfully incidentally, resides. Four Tet wrote nine other tables in the open space and with an invisible pen.
Muisc by: Four Tet
Photo by: IHousephilly
Let the right one in. 
A fantastic story white slow-motion. The horror of this time may well stay at home. Who has seen this film for the pleasure of enjoying a moment of fear, wait for the next U.S. remake because it has the wrong film. Because it will be another film. Completely. In this, it is in fact the drama of language as a convention, the extreme moral obscures the relationship of empathy, illegal immigrants and superhuman of two boys and their love rather than particular, with the look that is just horrific stage (toll) and outline of the rest. A creation that has envy, sweet but unrealistic because effectively with violence in the contemporary (Swedish), a real contrast with a capital. Tones and temperatures, sounds and emotions, words and silences, and gestures, to fill the balance of the most revolutionary tale ever written. It is not an unreasonable amazement: in his view is not difficult to see the sensitivity that oversteps the atmosphere and landscape, flooding and snow softness of the mind of the viewer; also question the presumed, but the real rush of certain dynamics, which have a strong theme as that of the impossibility to their base. A masterful accompaniment then makes the soundtrack of some silent scenes, to cover the breadth of audio silence with a calibrated, the protagonist and so slight that in the images as they flow, lost to observe dazzled by a big and huge White livable that has always fascinated. Would love to dive in.? Maybe there and then, because then everything would lose some and still undefined "comfort viewing" , unattainable if you recognize yourself in person. So, for now, is too comfortable alienating this point of view to be able to change his mind against the current nature of things, especially with the arrival of the genre. Unexpected, seething on the sidelines and subjected to poor advice from a preconceived inexplicable (maybe all the black and wrong "advertising" ), who own in one hundred and nine minutes, abundant if not break the bank to fully establish itself and unanimous favorite with the participation of all components. Masterpiece.
Muisc by: Johan Söderqvist
Photo by: Francisco Martin
Milano. beginning of each new year I often find some nice music singer-songwriter of the first block that is imposed in open unchallenged for the rest of the month at least until summer. And in each case, the recognition of a possible identification, I am particularly difficult, despite the identification were blazing at the first hearing. It happens because of the damage that these texts are delighted to write, stories torn, near and far for what they say, that much more equivocal; the "free" interpretation, I leave a taste in the mouth of sin that we put two seconds to notice me from the party who does not understand even if it does not. One problem that I willingly twists against, for I'll try to remedy that without the waiver of certain individual properties. The music, the music, it is also something else, right or wrong. Abitare Milan not belong to me, I'm more from the province, where the dispersion is impossible and where the atmosphere becomes less diverse, and yet it's hard to tell her what it is uncanny. Tribute to a proper name of the city, the size of its districts as playground by day and wild night of uncomfortable, not least, who lives there with getting to know all this from birth or when they want it. The enjoyment is spread in uniform and the interpenetration in some ways is automatic, front of the mirror to take off his beard and sideburns to adjust, invigorated by heavy words, and never think about those, but also allegories, metaphors, explained curiosity piece after piece of casting a effeminate voice, or maybe just cartoon a few times. Songs in dialect, untranslatable prayers erupted somewhere here and ready to do so maybe in a while. Poems poetry, the favorite lullabies of a life committed by children to count the stars and set fire to all the rest, giving up involuntarily to normal, perdendoselo behind some false advertising or movie star. Follow a dream out there even if everything on hand, reality that has never even for a moment as on imagination. No cure for this disease, only a catalog of situations that explains it and make it chronic, conscious of doing it. A nice short tribulation, be prepared to keep company only if it is no coincidence.
Muisc by: Edda
Photo by: Suture +
LA X. 
All this time I had the pleasure to excite and even moved me a few times, which in "reality" I do not say it presumptuously exiles but certainly for lack of cause. Well coll'inizio the sixth and last period, which is a final from the first moment, that was not just a systematic way (I, too, despite the hesitation, I could and I prefer) has run into natural triggered by the power of certain images to imprint on sensitivity. The sensitivity and affection, they just seem to be the companions of the latter trip that does not deserve respectful adjectives spoken by those against whom I m'indegno without detracting from the questions that perhaps before too did well. What remains is in fact not so precious to be wasted on the questioning of its value only to clarify whether certain situations: those who understand, who wants to embroider his theories continue to make him feel less admirer of those who remain silent to accept all this magnificence. That said, go to the juice is a joy. The parallels have always preferred the real, open, and proceeds until the end of capturing the most ever given full attention. Lying to observe the scene is not only touching, but it is as if they relate to a public that has become a participant in certain relationships, certain looks that are read and s'indovinano, and the guess is something incredibly true, because the Tremor is true and real, and is accompanied by tears of complicity. The parallel has not yet literally time these looks and these meetings are the same, if we are strengthened. Enough with little notice of the condition and positions to migrate from the sudden and presumed simulation to a new order of relations which is impressive because it's new story, because it is "what would have happened if" , because fate takes its course without the island. If then the whole is accompanied by a new musical theme designed and studied as a synthesis of all the more poignant, the effect of these images at least tripled. The plays, evokes this and all other, crying. Meanwhile, no one is missing and everyone is confirmation that it is latent or expressed poetically rendered in a box like this , so the roles do not appear and are no longer the same, so all you would expect, except that such an indulgence, as if evil and learned what there somehow existed, they leave behind and start over new knowledge, perhaps with the help, because nothing is irreversible. A premise so beautiful will not diminish the confidence to follow his equal, so the countdown resumes with the mania subsided by the time of a backlash still going on.
Music by: Michael Giacchino
Photo by: ABC
Red means beautiful. 
guitars in songs like I've heard a lot, maybe too many (' Guitar Man 'of Sascha Braemer being rolled out, it is fitting testimony), but, although difficult to excel, they never lose effectiveness, especially after years that he did not hear both a harmonic and rhythmic flow measured guiding the in a dance. And 'why now I do not propose to plunge into that category of the following guitars or songs that are. In fact, exploded by the frenzy happy if I were in the hot, sandy places and to understand that a combination of agreements, predictable yes but how joyful amazement. This kind of accommodation is inhibitory for the reason, the blaze of causing reflex (native) it look like the ball to put on an orgasm going to add up individual with that of the rest, but as for me, in such cases, I prefer the enjoyment, the staff even if it was for the fulfillment of another wish I sc (r) ollerei the track, or from the beach. All the more reason for the exclusion from the ideal characteristics of clear cuts, unexpected, those that leave you dumbfounded and more fictional take you to the conclusions so as not to come to terms with reality and with the nonsense of an idea and its respective creation, one wonders why and then go looking for an original track; nonsense. Here, none of it, luck is already done when you are listening, relaxing and pleasant to enjoy all the way, as the rest work, as well as the session, it will not be exclusive twin of delicious, this more than safety. Adequate but insufficient, incomplete, the pressure of a music so full of sorrow at the start and end with the prosecution that would satisfy only the prologue was "so less . The consequence of the fact, as very often you can see, is the repetition of thousands of years that diminishes or exaggerated such outlets. Personally, they are welcome, and situations enough abstinent once lived here and remember, I wish you soon, because easier to live than to describe. The interpretations are wasted and therefore the clue of the title is not bad (in the meantime There is, grafted or not, a meaning) to delay the preview here.
Music by: Modul
Photo by: Simone Luker
