quarta-feira, 29 de março de 2006

Mayonaise


The melody starts ethereally and far away. Scarcely traceable guitar lines like an enduring twilight, the voice flitters between murmur and whisper… They grow, gradually and gently. The tune glides smoothly up to you. Then, all of a sudden, it's drenching you with balmy sweet chords, wailing voice and breathless drumming, huge walls of potent distorted sound, immaculately and perfectly warm. Then it shifts away again into the dusk like an old yet vivid remembrance. This song is an everlasting embrace...

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