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SABASABA live 0305

Giovedì 3 Maggio ore 1930

SABASABA
live da VOLUM E

I SabaSaba sono un trio composto da Tommaso Bonfilio (nastri, drum machine, organo), Andrea Marini (elettronica, flauto, chitarra, campane) e Gabriele Maggiorotto (batteria, percussioni, effetti), vengono da Torino e hanno un disco in uscita su Maple Death Records.

http://www.mapledeathrecords.com/releases/mdr024/

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Creeping out of Torino’s longest dark winter nights, isolated and shrouded in mystery just like the cities’ deep connection to black magic, here comes SabaSaba, the newest addition to the Maple Death family. Western esotericism converting pagan mystic’s one by one!

The trio of Tommaso Bonfilio (tape loops, drum machine, organ), Andrea Marini (electronics, flute, guitar, bells) and Gabriele Maggiorotto (drums, percussion, effects) is a rare beast, night phantoms embarking on a digital dust adventure set in a world punctuated by Ballard’s dreams and William Gibson’s visions. SabaSaba’s self-titled debut is an industrial cinematic dub scorcher that is not afraid to mix dark isolationist off-kilter machines, tape recorders and the earthy beat of primordial dancehall dub productions (King Tubby, Horace Andy). Album opener Bells sets the tone right away, a pulsating horror tempo and Crowley cadence symbolically uniting the Disques OCORA catalogue and the ambient droning of Nurse With Wound. Magma is a witch march advancing slowly into Kosmische lands, Drops is an opium induced hyper dub ballad where African Head Charge’s sun is eclipsed by Coil’s black moon. Peradam inspired by René Daumal’s ‘Mount Analogue’ ascends and weaves ideally upstream across the Po river while Red Nights sees Italian Occult legends and co-conspirators Father Murphy spreading their cathartic chanting. Eden – Olympia is the perfect closer, a calming distant tribe of percolating bells awakening the spirit.

This is not wishy-washy psychedelic music, this is the real deal, a voyage into mind alteration through sound, a chariot proceeding East, West and everywhere in between, hands turning digital knobs, feet raising dust and grain while the heart beats analog to the pulse of Mother Earth.

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