A set of songs that captures the melancholy of human existence and raises it up to be praised and enjoyed.
I was listening to his record, when I fell asleep, awake, I was kidnapped years of me, pen in hand, one day in Paris, I was 36, I think, still fresh Fine Arts, I was taken hostage by an illumination, beauty. There are not always clear reasons for these errors produced by his ethereal music, I will logically find myself in a plain of the green Erin to name Celtic deities, both ocean and rock, whose shiny and pale beauty Irish people who were happy, although dark, would have made me fall in love with them, but in these melodies there is art without law, sensuousness without norms and rules, the free lightness of the mind, its malleability to flow from aKramies “” Reviewed at color has a sound, a flavor has a name, there is this magic of unreal, of dreamlike that only lands when it touches the bank of the heart, there is confinement in us, in our experiences, which progressively divide the surpluses and reach the matter of pleasure, like a fountain of youth in our emotions, a return to the moment when, without knowing it, we were dazzled. Strangely, I went somewhere else, almost the opposite, without knowing at the beginning why, but I also remember having sometimes had the image of the “Castle of the Pyrenees” of Magritte while listening to Simon And Garfunkel, this world is too much large to provide only one image per hymn.
There are EPs that overwhelm more than an album, Of All The Places Been & Everything The End of Kramies just released at Hidden Shoal is one of them.