I have to admit, I don't speak Corsican. Until I listened to these guys I didn't even know that Corsica had it's own language. Not that any of that really matters. The spell that they weave transcends language and enters that rare realm of communication without words. Which is kind of strange, considering that the Corsican tradition they're pimping is primarily vocal.I think that they're trying to tell us that language doesn't mean a whole lot, and I agree. Corsica, for those who don't know is a tiny Mediterranean Island south of France and their music doesn't sound like anything you've ever heard before. Sweeping melodic structures are built like cathedrals only to fall into this sea of harmonic drone that is trying to sweep you away into the night.
You can get lost in here, it's an open invitation to fall completely into sound. There's hints of North Africa, touches of France and a healthy line of Latin liturgy running throughout the album and it takes you to a place so unique that you might not want to come back. It is levitating through the air with Sigur Rós, Godspeed You Black Emperor, Tony Scott and Tool wondering when you'll be joining them.
Good for: Meditating on top of a mountain during a thunder snow.
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