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The discography of ATARAXIA
is very large; it is a group that even playing always
a kind of music into a concrete musical field can offer,
to say it so, different sides of their characteristic
art; that amalgam of baroque and antique music, acoustic
intrumentation, a little of trompe-l'oeil and histrionism,
classical (even opera) and other not so defined sounds,
which in some records is more acoustic and old and in
others more bombastic.
The tracks of this cd are in
a moderate middle point; moderatedly modern, moderatedly
acoustic and moderatedly histrionic, with a slight atmospheric
background and the magic of all those musical forms,
melodies, voices and chants in small multiplication.
I must admit that maybe, with so many releases, be them
more acoustic or more bombastic, I am not already surprised
with the last works of ATARAXIA, in the sense that I
know what I am going to hear, but I also know that I
am always going to find something different from the
previous record and done with the biggest of dedications,
and these seven songs are a kind of sonorous spell (specially
the bewitchment and fire of a track like "Fire in the
Wood"). This is a mixture of refinement, exaggeration
and languid beauty; serious and cult music with an odd
touch and the unique form Francesca Nicoli has to combine
in her voice something exquisite and wild at the same
time. There are also some things new and curious like
the powerful electric tension of "Mirsilo" and "The
Island of Docteur Moreau", in which the voice of Francesca
reaches the category of clucking.
ATARAXIA, a group that with
the pass of time has become a solid value.
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