Formerly " Jesus Christ First " Organic Despair is known for using these compositions tortured waves methodically one indefinable malaise and disturbing, even traumatic, carried by a dark triphop desperate. The beginning of the year 2009 was marked by the release of this album impeccably dressed in a beautiful photograph disturbing and enigmatic album of undeniable maturity. Difficult choices of compositions and incredibly accomplished sound research, conducted with exemplary insight, and a beautiful song both voice in the interpretation immediately generate enthusiasm ... the 6 tracks are flawless in every respect, rich in finds perfectly consistent. The short introduction alone is a marvel of electro alive and sensitive. 'Breath ' chained in this fashion with a beginning and saturated with melancholy hovering, ground based synth with the voice in the meantime that seems to stand still, dark and painful. We think a little passages of Animals' by Pink Floyd (Sheep), but the evocative power is much higher. Before completion, a few notes of flute, superbly well-chosen, brings what should be weary of derision. ' Hallu ', in a warm ethereal jazz-rock, offers a particularly good mix of voice that plays all the possible inflections, diction between tragic, desperate monologue and song evoking Léo Ferré or David Bowie. The general atmosphere of the song although heavy, is extremely delicate. Just then, Jazz ', a title that begins as an arpeggio atonality of Leonard Cohen until a string ensemble invade the space of their complaints nostalgic. The harmonies are incredible this title. 'Massive destruction web with rhythmic and opaque atmosphere, swept to deep shadows, between which the voice seems to flow with sensuality. 'I hope you'll never back as primer for a return to more darkness, after a languid start, accompanying a song in weightlessness, the flute returns to disseminate this title almost playful jazzy harmonies, melancholy multiplying effect previously developed. 'Goodbye ' finish this album so wonderful, black and stifling any horizon seems to have disappeared, wandering absurd in a vortex inside and no end to the final detonation ...
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