This self-produced EP is the first work by Go Ask Alice: eight instrumental tracks, composed between 2012 and 2013, recorded and mixed by Matteo Spinazzé, in collaboration with Curzio Ferri playing drums and Andrea Oggiano with his acoustic guitar.
Perfection is terrible is the first verse of Sylvia Plath’s poem “The Munich Mannequins”.
“Perfection” here is completeness, closure, inability to evolve and reborn, perfection is death.
Perfection is indeed terrible, can’t have a child, just as Plath’s Munich Mannequins, cold marble statues, beautiful and perfect, frozen with us in a never ending present, the immense futureless present of the “capitalist realism”: the end of history.
“Playing Standards Very Differently (Original Avant-Garde Solo Piano Improvisations)”
“Wings of an Angel continues to boldly explore new sonic territory and with this latest release, he does that with one instrument, the piano. He has taken some of the world’s most famous classical pieces, turned them inside out, added his own signature improvisatory style and created breath-taking works of spiraling psychedelia/Avant-Garde complexity which will lead you into dreams and visions you never thought possible.
His playing is expressive, emotive and yet he brings the classics into a new dimensional space with precision all the while, creating a playful atmosphere on an album you don’t want to miss.”
(…) An album, recorded quasi overnight, when check lists, fault-finder and top producer sleep. Thus escaping forward, handbrake released and handluggage only: A bunch of broke, a fistfull of wire brush chords, a cup of dreamy speckles, the bass unleashed during walking, the drums dashed downstairs with rumble, outside in front of the door after all everything spontaneously and happily exaled with a deep sigh. (…)
“Death Dubitabilis is sunny walk down gentle warm dreams over soft breeze. And then it all turns to shit. Dropped the really big one. Slowly led by the hand to give crushing sounds of reality pulled down up apart on insistence from gravity’s violence. And we still can’t find where we parked. The lousy future gets worst every time it’s here. Stuck in the Death Dubitabilis. Got no more cigarettes. Light years in puffy awed hell.”