In November last year I had the chance to talk about an interesting solo project called The Child Of A Creek, Lorenzo Bracaloni’s musical creature. At the time, the albums I had taken into consideration were two: the first, Quiet Swamps, went to test the territories of neo folk in a very personal form, while the second, Hidden Tales And Other Lullabies, saw our try his hand at a handful of ambient songs with a wide melodic breath. Just from this last work takes its cue Fallen, new musical expression of the good Lorenzo that, with Secrets Of The Moon, gives the listeners a work capable of bringing back to the glories of the past the sounds that, in the last century, were brought to the fore by the thriving Teutonic scene (we speak of Klaus Schulze, Tangerine Dream and Popol Vuh, among others). I’d like to make you understand how much the ambient form in this record appears light years away from the most minimal and brainless expressions that the genre in question too often offers: here each song is equipped with a melodic structure that, if by its nature tends to repeat itself, it turns out to be always pleasant and enveloping and therefore fully equipped with a musical autonomy released from the possible use of visual aids. Despite being very close to the hour long, Secrets Of The Moon never shows the rope and banishes any form of boredom, even if it is implicit that those who are not accustomed to sounds of this type may not agree with this statement. Yet every now and then we should try to stop our crazy daily race, close our eyes and let ourselves be transported by clear, ethereal notes, able to reach the most hidden folds of our spirit, making us recover that sensitivity towards the small details and everything that, surrounding us daily, ends up appearing trivial and obvious despite its objective beauty. A soft electronic base that lies on a soft percussive carpet: this is roughly what we should expect from the batch of tracks included in this magnificent album: Golden Dust and Ravenhand will amaze you for their ethereal beauty, Cosmos already from the title makes you understand how much the author is a devoted devotee of that Kosmische Musik (listen how this definition in the mother tongue sounds more solemn than the awful krautrock) of which the musicians mentioned above were the tutelary deities, and At The End Of The World closes the work as it had started with the title track, leaving us only welcome positive vibrations. The inevitable game of cross-references led me to rediscover records that I had purchased when I was much younger, in particular Cluster & Eno, the first fruit of the collaboration between the British genius and the duo formed by German musicians Dieter Moebius and Hans-Joachim Roedelius, confirming that this first work by Fallen also has a good thaumaturgic power: one more reason to be lulled by the notes of Secrets Of The Moon.
2015 – Psychonavigation Records