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//////////// EN //// If we begin to track down influences and resemblances, Kiev cuando nieva makes our work difficult: if they had practiced harmonious and flowy pop, like Sparklehorse or the Beachwood Sparks, they would not show the skeletal frugality of their arrangements, those cuts made with an ax that appear within the songs’ structure. If it were a sort of pop reinterpretation of The Incredible String Band, they would not make use of those plainly worded lyrics, the antipode of the beatnik chaos and William Blake’s symbolism. Banjos, faulty keyboards, drums which resound as if machinery, guitars that find a space in which to dialogue between the ghostly reminder of a bass that isn’t there. The fragile voices make their way among this estranged beauty, and speak of forest keepers, subalterns, trips to hermitages, coincidences, and get-togethers with friends. The record shapes up as the listening continues, like a panoramic view of a world amazed by the smallest details, by the daily baroque, by the melancholy and the humor.
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