It came out last Friday Cosmic Res, the latest studio work by the C+C=Maxigross collective, re-emerged after two years of silence with a “very psychedelic” work. Between burned holy poles, Kosmische Musik and, precisely, psychedelia, the album (the eighth for the band) was co-written by Niccolò Cruciani and Tobia Poltronieri and co-produced with Duck Chagall. «These songs were born when something, someone to be precise, died. When the two of us, Cru and Tobjah, faced each other, knowing that inevitably there was only one thing to do. The truth is, again, only when you own nothing do you have nothing left to lose.”
We then asked the collective to think for us by Rolling Stone a playlist composed of psychedelic songs and “cosmic” music to get lost, disoriented, make us get in touch with the universe, a synthesis of the mystical world that inspired the sound of Cosmic Res.
Incredible group, big piece surrounded by lysergic synths and Sixties mood. The melodic research of the Broadcasts has always intrigued and fascinated me, so capable of uniting pop with the avant-garde, with a patina of romantic nostalgia. RIP Trish Keenan.
I Hear a New WorldJoe Meek
One of the first producers to have used the studio as a creative tool, already at the end of the 50s. This piece feels like a current remix with its pitched vocals and digital shifts. Instead it is far from it, it seems strange to me to think that it was recorded in 1959.
Wild band, motor and propulsive drums, surrounded by hypnotic synths and surreal melodies. Techno before there was techno.
I don’t want to fall in love againCindy Lee
Very interesting project by Patrick Flegel, former guitarist of the band Women, who passes from classic ballad to harsh noise with disturbing mastery. This is a timeless, genreless pop song.
Look at the birdEnzo Carella
Track from the first album of the iconic Roman musician with Dadaist and crazy lyrics by Panella; music full of rhythm, galloping drums and frenzied guitars with superfine arrangements. A real enjoyment.
Circle around the worldMarisa Sannia
When a song by Sergio Endrigo meets an impalpable voice like that of Marisa Sannia, the orchestra can do nothing but lift you towards the center of the universe.
And it makes me thinkMutual aid bank
There was a time when the word prog was nothing more than a term to indicate a trendy contemporary musical genre among the very young, such as drill today (or trap yesterday).
Black Silk StockingChrisma
Christina Moser and Maurizio Arcieri’s tension towards eternal becoming is a constant inspiration for not self-imposing limits and creative labels. It would be enough to listen to any piece of the New Dada beat complex by Arcieri and compare it with this one (or other obscure pearls of the Chrisma/Krisma path), produced in London by Vangelis’ brother, Niko Papathanassiou.
Sounds of the sea, strings that screech and songs that vibrate in the wind, among the islands of the Mediterranean (but it could be any ocean) where we have wandered for millennia, even though we too often forget them. We come, and we are formed, thanks to this perpetual movement that mixes cultures, flavors and mysteries so distant, and for this very reason so close. Angeli is extremely aware of this way of being and puts it into music like few people in the world, who are no longer afraid to pull the oars in a boat and let themselves be carried away by the current.
