Billion Sands

by Black Fluo

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Black Fluo emerges from a centre of intersecting lines, the middle point of flowing destinies each on a one way journey.
Fluorescent darkness is the primal texture from which this fourtet from Chiasso, constructs their resonances and melodies. An outlandish mix between electronic and classical music, contaminated with diluted frequencies from the sidereal space and the ancient layers of dead languages.
Black Fluo observes from the monolithic tower the slow inevitable end of things, a world of potsherds to which they play its beauty.
The last sparks of a supernova.
The end.

[IT]
Suoni oscuri e notturni, metropolitani e meticci. Più che una fotografia ricordano una realtà al confine estremo, costellata di binari e treni sferraglianti verso il vuoto, che si nutre di congruenze e incongruenze. In Billion Sands proprio come convogli galleggianti nel silenzio si incontrano nel buio i suoni più disparati, voci, chitarre, elettronica e sintetizzatori ambientali. I testi, frammentari, simbolici e forse anche un po’ ermetici ritornano spesso su alcune tematiche primordiali come la ricerca della madre e del padre, il viaggio metaforico nella terra desolata (che ricorda Eliot) e l’incombente fine del tutto. Una conclusione cosmica che è inevitabile e deve arrivare.

I testi di Billion Sands guardano verso due estremi, in una tensione centrifuga ed opposta: la continuazione necessaria della vita e l’insanabile separazione tra l’uomo e la vita stessa, quell’uomo che inconsapevolmente desidera la distruzione di tutto.
Ritrovandosi su isole solitarie e da sé stesso sepolto, sparito con tutte le sue bugie, le sue frivolezze e i suoi figli. Emerge la figura della donna, della madre con cui non è mai riuscito a rapportarsi. Rendendosi conto che quando ella morirà, si dilanierà dal dolore di non poter mai raggiungere nuovamente quei posti di calore sprofondati nella memoria.

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released June 1, 2014

Black Fluo are:

Alan Alpenfelt: voice and keyboard
Alfio Mazzei: chords and electronics
Francesco Giudici: guitar
Mario Pegoraro: bass

Zeno Gabaglio plays cello in “La fin”.
Luca Broggini plays drums in “Les vagues caleidoscopiques”.
Adele Raes performs in “Scarborough Fair”.

Recorded by Matteo Morello and Black Fluo at Stabile R, Chiasso.
Edited and mixed by Zeno Gabaglio and Black Fluo.

www.blackfluo.com
www.pulverundasche.com

Pulver Und Asche 2014

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Track Name: Whisper
When I was walking in those fields of distant trees,
Cold gentle drops, The loved body,
My mind hurled from what I considered true.
It had been long since a name had unveiled its strength,
The thrashing might, the cutting, of pounds of flesh.

Small signs of everyday life, pains and inconceivable beauty,
Looks of hatred words through continents, and sounds.
To her, my smile.
Behind, only forgotten movements and animals.
The time had come to unseal the bonds.

Holding her hand, the one that I could read,
I stepped into a new land of preparation.
A billion sands, cold and calm.
Fragile emotive steps opening my feelings to the Greatness.

The drifting waves, breaking horizons of long lit fires
Sent warm darkness through my being. And then something.
I saw of that distance, the greater City, where She attended.
Patiently, the ruins of world wars. Watching.

Where they were. I was. I listened.

Beautiful stars galloping what had been,
centered on a rock of black darkness
I entered the depths of an eternal change
Rootless on a stage, the first of many days.

All the might falling, the Singular,
My approach towards the entrance, passing females
Laying over
This earth , what had been before. Then time.
She was the universe:  She was the second rebirth.

I remained.
Cold gentle drops. The body I loved.
I held her hand. The one that I could touch.
Track Name: Death of a sun
When they come,
And the sun has died:
No born son,
For it all was lied.

When they come,
And the sun has died:
Beneath the man,
As he waits and cries.

When the come,
And the sun has died:
No end will hide,
beart the thought and die.

When they come,
And the sun has died:
Clustered lies
In a long lost tide.
Track Name: Scarborough Fair
[Pre lyrics]
A memory has a place, an old birth, a lifetime, an own death. Each part paralizes its art, its something, that we own only in shelter. amongst our descent, they are lost in turbines of titan clashes, during our life these parts are icely scattered, in a thousand places each distributed evenly on a perfect white square.

Forced repetition of thousands towards a galaxy, outreaching unreal distances. Think of what pain arises seeing them again, for they are what makes you a man.

For they are what makes you a man.

Reaction, one towards the other, as an electric impulse of tremendous shatter, a broken bridge towards islands which hold yourself heavenly. It is but an old father who plays conclusively, bargaining, stretching your torn body that cannot heal itself.

Layed down you perceive faintly, that baby she will hold.

The patterns repeat themselves as a scent.

And you cry