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Rome, January 2001. Another band to hand over to the Others. Another name to
fill the mouth with in front of the Others.The Others, those who till a
few time ago have looked down, sometimes rightly, the local bands. Klimt
1918 with all their own merely mittle-european stylistic elegance have
decided to catch a nocturnal smoky train to travel on the wings of good
taste, through melancholy, the deepest feeling and the hardness more
thoughtful of disillusion, in search of the perfect melody, of the most
choral refrain, of that chorus that cannot remain in your thoughts.
Formerly known as Another Day (perfect creature on horseback between death
and classic-prog tradition à la Opeth/Edge of Sanity), these young guys
from Rome guided by Soellner bros, don't hide behind the whiteness of
simplicity of things already heard, but try to escape it remaining however
in love with unconscious pleasures coming exactly from simplicitiy itself,
to draw what that to others may result impossible. Klimt 1918 suceed to
blend in one only entity all the verve noir that Novembre (completely
guests and mainly promoters of the production of this promo) have
wisely engraved in three records, with the recognizably
Scandinavian morbid word of the last Katatonia (those in love with Jeff Buckley
to be clear) in a bare and androgynous dress, not faraway from the
refiniment of certain neo-dandy English bands which assumes the
charm of a 'collage' from the visual taste vaguely klimtian (just not to change subject). Could I say more? Sure, but further words quite
more shabby than those needed would finish to ruin this precious and
velvety surprise that will put very soon on show in a sober and shining
gallery its own works, exactly like only a worthy artist can do!
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