French blogger Darby Mullins has posted a review of 17 Pygmies' "CII: Second Son" on Darby's Chronics
"All music can be defined as a noise, formed by a code (that is to say according to layout rules and laws of succession within a limited space of sound). Listening to music is to receive a message.
I think that's 17 Pygmies are not lost in the space. We feel the absolute control in the shape of the sound, where all is organised. Actually "CII: Second Son" is like the spacecraft itself. Soundtracks without film . Vanishing images in a glowing halo. Ballads at the border of the kitsch, harmony near an ugly and terrible hole, exploding under the powerfull leitmotivs of this record.
"I draw a circle in the sand
I think that's the way we'll go
I think that we're goin' home"
The combinatorics is the art or science to exhaust the possible. Use a leitmotiv is a attempt to exhaustion. Go and repeat the same tones,colors, shapes and words to make everything different. Fiction fucks reality, we're still here."
I think that's 17 Pygmies are not lost in the space. We feel the absolute control in the shape of the sound, where all is organised. Actually "CII: Second Son" is like the spacecraft itself. Soundtracks without film . Vanishing images in a glowing halo. Ballads at the border of the kitsch, harmony near an ugly and terrible hole, exploding under the powerfull leitmotivs of this record.
"I draw a circle in the sand
I think that's the way we'll go
I think that we're goin' home"
The combinatorics is the art or science to exhaust the possible. Use a leitmotiv is a attempt to exhaustion. Go and repeat the same tones,colors, shapes and words to make everything different. Fiction fucks reality, we're still here."
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