“I come from Mars, I'm done like a pine cone and now I will go to get another beer.” With the hood of the sweatshirt falling on the head to cover itself from the terrestrial cold, a Barbuto Martian fell directly from the red planet to attend the new lysergic ceremony of the Ozric Tentacles, who returned to the beloved Rome in the same location just a year ago. In via della Battery, in the Marconi area, the Rossellini space is a location still little used for concerts, while guaranteeing the public a large room with excellent acoustic and with a raised stage that allows exceptional visibility of the performer from every corner. Ideal conditions to enjoy more than 90 minutes of sidereal show, being able to admire the sparkling guitar park of the leader of the Capellone and Wynne, unique and only survivor of the historic English formation.
The audience is animated and very varied, between metalheads and neo-herself, gentlemen with the spritz in hand and young people scalded with smartphones. As evidence of the growth of a profound bond between the Capitoline public and the original band of Somerset, welcomed with a bombastic ovation at 10 pm. At the opening, the Silas & Saski, the rib of the Ozric Tentacles themselves, led by the ethereal voice of Saskia Maxwell, with Silas Neptune on guitar and keyboards. Coat by mystical projections in loopthe duo proposes an approach that strongly recalls the Dead Can Dance – not surprisingly mentioned among the influences and listening tastes of Saskia herself – experimenting in a new age in continuous New Age trip Between vision and music. Songs like “Harmony of the Spheres” move sinuous between inflexions raga and thermal bathing effects, conducted by the hand of the flute of the vocalist That does not disdain expressive adventures in Italian talking about music such as lifeblood and lunar powers.
A quarter of an hour of pause, while there are those who still be swayed by mystical visions and those who crowd the national spine bench, before seeing the slender figure of Ed Wynne, in converse consumed and psychedelic t -shirt on stage. The sonic carousel immediately starts a thousand with the “OI” acid funky, among the first recordings of the band finished on disk, that “Pungenta Effulgent” released in the now very distant 1989. Five years after the first gathering at the Stonehenge Free Festival, where the same name of the group was sprouted out as a spirits under mushrooms, more than a imaginative new brand of a stuper type of cereal for the breakfast.
The recovery of the past continues on the rhythm between dubs and space-rocks of “Eternal Wheel”, from the subsequent album “Erpland” which finds its umpteenth rebirth live thanks to the enveloping mantra of the title track. While they flow into the background hypnotic images, the gradually progressive gear of “Erpland” puts the rhythmic section at work, with Wynne and Silas who juggle guitars, keyboards and modular synths.
When the warm dub of “The Pand of G'Bal” starts, the audience begins to move the body as in the grip of visions, probably many from Mars to attend the Sonica Cosmogonia of the Ozrics. Saskia, flute in the hands, also rises on stage to introduce the new “Lotus Unfolding”, started by New Age Mysterical Effects and suddenly torn by Wynne's solo to her legendary Ibanez. Without breath, the live climbing the fairytale wonder of “Sunscape”, another small progressive marathon with continuous changes of stairs and arrangements.
On “Burundi Spaceport”, another song of the new studio work published on the Snapper label, a refreshing rain of synthesizers and ethnic percussion drops. The long jam of “Ayurvedic” season with spices the recipe served based on psychedelia and sidereal rhythms, enchanted by the fairytale flute of Saskia.
There setlist It is a journey into the group's past when the synthesized oriental nenia of “The Throbbe” starts, followed by the “Dub Jam” which makes the audience sway as in the best Dancehall. The riff “kick muck” acid brings prodigy to an altered state of trance and songs muezzinending the concert in a convinced ovation. Not even a minute of the break and the band rises on stage again for the encore, satisfying a spectator who invoked “Sploosh!”, The last charming lysergic journey of the evening. “Exaggerated concert”, is the synthetic comment of the Martian, before returning sent to his red planet.
Antonio Santini for SANREMO.FM
