Perhaps it’s the translation, or the fact that non-native speakers of English have a particular way of phrasing things that can be amusing, but Anita certainly does a good line in song titles: ‘Torso Nudo’, ‘L’Ultimo Yoghurt’, for example, and of course, the title track.
The unusual slants don’t only extend to the linguistic aspects of the work: the music, too, is drawn from an alternative cultural context. The press release says that ‘through a spyglass, Anita makes us observe Earth from the moon’, and on listening, it seems quite believable.
The cranky mise en electronica with which she weaves and spins disorientating, dizzying woozy beats and fractured basslines corresponds with the oddness of the titles, too. It’s so far off the wall as to be outside.
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Fairground organs are warped and stretched, a funhouse transformed into a queasy nightmare on ‘Tangora’, and exotica collides with postindustrial soundscapes and clattering rhythms on ‘Eustache a la Playa’.
Sombre marches stomp in and out as sound compress and fizz all over the place as dissonant chords bounce and flutter and roll through a musical hall of mirrors. Strange, surreal and disorientating, and also rather magical.
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