“Hi dear, I survived the fucking EU/UK/Scandinavia tour … thank God we went home for a while and we have to pay for the fucking tour, so send me a kiss, honey … I can't even do it even with this shit … feel this … it's a bomb and should cost $ 150 instead of 15 fucking dollars. Share it on social media … you are not my publisher.
If the concept was not clear WilliamContinua in another promotional message with less heated tones: “Hey dear, I don't even know how to do this stuff anymore, but I have just published a fucking world first of The Last Symphony from San Francisco at the beginning of the (not) post-pandic tour … however, it is fucking fantastic and in the end I was fighting against the ribbon loops to save her life! hurry up. It should cost 150 dollars or perhaps 150,000.00 or perhaps 150 million dollars to hear it if you weren't there, but what fuck, I'm humble and I do not have a good financial manager, so take this stuff until it is fuck
The umpteenth effort of the Titan Basinski is a symphony 'disintegrated' of almost sixty minutes. Another fight against the transience of magnetic ribbons. A sound magma that slowly envelops itself on itself and then revealed unpublished dimensions such as strings in the multi-dimensional space. Shortly before the eight -minute boa, the sound falls into oblivion before rotating upside down from another side, in another era, perhaps in another universe.
The stunning is fueled by the carousel who inzia to turn halfway through the song, an roller coaster that marks a point of no return as in David Lynch's masterpieces. Basinski is the whiteness showing Alice the door for another world. The magical piper that enchants the creatures of this reality to bring them with you elsewhere. Like Philip K. Dick is capable of imagining fantastic places and times that seem real (and chilling).
08/05/2025
Daniel D`Amico for SANREMO.FM
