vendredi 12 juillet 2013

ALPHA LYRA: From Berlin to Paris (2013)

“Poetic and strangely musical for a work which is so ambient, From Berlin to Paris releases an immense perfume of tenderness which exceeds the enchantment”

1 Berlin 6:00 am 12:09
2 Unter den Linden 11:57
3 From Berlin to Paris 19:10
4 Beaubourg 16 pm 15:28
5 Midnight in Paris 8:15

Independent (DDL/CD-r 67:10) ****½
(Melodious and slightly rhythmic Berlin School)

It's been a while since we had heard something new from Alpha Lyra. And I have to admit that the wait was worth it. “From Berlin to Paris” is a beautiful album soaked with a nostalgic poetry that always fed Christian Piednoir's musical influences. It's a musical journey through the timeless loops of time where Edgar Froese, Michel Huygen and Vangelis haunted our dreams with some finely sequenced or downright astral movements, if not morphic. But beyond everything, it's a splendid album where the ambient music regains prestige with a beautiful and poetic approach as much eurhythmic than the singing of angels.
"Berlin 6:00 am" wakes us up for this electronic odyssey with a great and delicate Teutonic movement of sequences. Lines of parallel sequences skip by intertwining their keys under the whistles for dreamers from a synth to the melody weakened. The rhythm is contemplative and follows an oscillatory curve with jumping keys which flutter around such as scatterbrained fires mislaid in a rangy of tunnels with linear imperfections. Another line of sequences, more harmonious, criss-crosses this mesmerizing rhythmic continual chassé-croisé, chasing a nebula melody in the harmonies acutenesses which squats in the oscillating forms of this soft electronic ballet that is "Berlin 6:00 am". After an intro where the space gets filled of electronic tones, "Unter den Linden" shakes its ambient membrane with luminous hoops of which the echos give birth to a fine movement of sequences. Everything is soft, poetic around this last Christian Piednoir's work. And on this famous avenue of Berlin, the jumping ions get mobilize to synchronize their nervous capers by jumping into the shade of others, crisscrossing and harmonizing their cords with other sequences of which the glass tones sing among the breaths and breezes of synths fill by the aromas of oracles of snows. It's the awakening of the rush hour which settles down feverishly. Dreamlike, floating and extremely bewitching the journey towards Paris is of breathes and voices. Breaths of synth which float like tears of melancholy and voices of nymphs of heavens which whisper the nostalgia, "From Berlin to Paris" is a long ode to contemplativity. A bit like we are on a train watching the landscapes unfolding in front of our eyes filled by nostalgia. The veils of ether à la Neuronium float with such a sibylline beauty that our ears are closing to the outside world, looking for the comfort of the esotericism refulgence from this morphic ballet for celestial voices and wrapping synth waves. Soft, beautiful and seraphic. The synths sing with such a sweetness and seem to possess a soul, making of Christian Piednoir a wizard. "From Berlin to Paris" opens the doors of perception to an ambient universe that Alpha Lyra decorates of delicate sleepy melodies. Ambient and just as much musical, "Beaubourg 16 pm" extends the assuaging journey of the title-track with fine tinkling arpeggios which ring in some long and wrapping sighs of mist. We float in this Milky Way weaved by musical stars which sparkle and sing a lullaby for disobedient. The dexterity of Alpha Lyra for the ambient melodies lets us discover a soothing universe which can be as well melodious as restful. Especially with "Midnight in Paris" and its seraphic voices which float and get lost in lines of synths to the breaths of mist.
Poetic and strangely musical for a work which is so ambient, “From Berlin to Paris” releases an immense perfume of tenderness which exceeds the enchantment. If from the first minutes we let ourselves caught by the twinkling chain of dancing sequences, we also let ourselves be seduced by the ambient phases which quietly invite each other until forming an immense atmospheric ode where the breaths of winds in tints of angelic voices haunt our ears well long after we doze off. Simply beautiful!

Sylvain Lupari (July 12th, 2013)
Cette chronique est également disponible en Français sur le site de Guts of Darkness, dont je suis chroniqueur sous le nom de Phaedream: http://www.gutsofdarkness.com/god/objet.php?objet=16226

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