Sonograma - La Noche Mas Oscura - VINYL LP

Sonograma - La Noche Mas Oscura (LP+CD) [VINYL LP] With CD, Spain - Import date 10/29/2021

On Pure Music, Strange Ranger's new album out on Fire Talk, the band indulges an obsession with Loveless, but they infiltrate any comparison to shoegaze with overtures to disco, house, and experimental pop. The Talk Talk inspired pean to isolation InchWay OutInch features a moody saxophone, while InchShe's On FireInch is only a rock song until just after the midway point, when the drums throb, the snare skitters then snaps, and suddenly, you're in a sweaty pit of swaying bodies dancing as dual vocals harmonize, InchI would have thought the rhythm of the club might lead me somewhere. Pure Music embodies that manic state through interstitial interludes laced with YouTube samples that connect each track to the next so as to submerge the listener in it's world, one that rewards catharsis. The alienated might gaze through panes of glass eternally, without breaching the gap between the self and the destabilizing chaos of the world beyond. Riding the train across the East River in the early morning, one witnesses thousands of individual stories, each contained within a glowing square of light, and it's a comfort to know that soon, those strangers will emerge from their solitude to rejoin the city. InchMusic makes us transcend the feeling of being alienated from or trapped by the world,Inch the band says. InchI want the experience of listening to Pure Music to be euphoric.Inch Recorded by the band, mixed by Al Carlson and mastered by Joe LaPorta.1. Rain So Hard2. She's On Fire3. Dream4. Way Out5. Blue Shade6. Blush7. Wide Awake8. Ask Me About My Love Life9. Fantasy10. Dazed In The Shallows

Vinyl LP pressing. 2017 from the Madrid-based rockers. One of Spain's greatest rock and roll bands, Ilegales, once said, InchWe are everything you say we are, and even worse.Inch Biznaga might share this motto if it weren't for the fact that they don't give a S**t about rock 'n' roll. They wanted me to dedicate few words to their InchSense of Spectacle,Inch so maybe you're expecting to read a long list of over-the-top metaphors and grandiose yet undeserved adjectives to describe their songs. That's not gonna happen. I'm not going to do anything even remotely similar - they wouldn't want that. I'm not going to say that this is an album created through balls and ingenuity, an arrogant and tender artifact, full of urgent melodies, hymns about daily struggles and the same nervous verbosity as many UK-based bands from past decades (The Clash, Buzzcocks, Mekons, Zounds, Stiff Little Fingers, Television Personalities), or that they know how to squander with taste and impertinence the inheritance of some local heroes (Parálisis Permanente, Eskorbuto, Ilegales) or that even when they succumb to that fabled fatigue and their flamenco style comes out, they make it work. I won't say that you should pay attention to the lyrics of these songs that are full of streets and nights, because, as in all the songs they've written up to this point, they sing about the classic problem of fear, disgust, boredom, and the lack of communication in current times, and they talk about these issues in a way nobody else is doing. I won't say any of that, of course not, because they would never want that, but above all, because whatever you say they are, they are, and even worse.