why we love this
A fever dream of twisted soundscapes carved out by percussions that shift between being the focal point and faded echos. Between the jostle of elements, there’s a cool swagger that keeps the pace moving forward.
about the record
"La Tempesta Colorata" was recorded at Cafe Oto in October 2021. With a full drum set, a handful of additional small instruments and a delay pedal, Valentina Magaletti somehow captures a full spectrum of sound, employing only minor additional elements to flesh out her sound. From the dewdrop swagger of the opening minutes, through rolling tom-led seismic activity - complete with customary screams - and into echoing industrial dub-improv experimentation, she's able to assemble her rhythms with metronomic accuracy, but with enough space in the gaps to enhance inherent human qualities - a far cry from fully electronic studio productions.
It’s a spellbinding display of polymetric complexities where no two seconds repeat themselves, persistently pulling patterns apart and restitching them in diffractive slow-fast-slow temporalities that arc from showers of cascading hi-hats, to pugilistic breaks, to an unexpected trough of Twin Peaks-y drones around the mid-section, only to climb out of it via icicles of melodic chimes and into more humid areas of her imagination, ultimately shoring up in pitch black zones.
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why we love this
A fever dream of twisted soundscapes carved out by percussions that shift between being the focal point and faded echos. Between the jostle of elements, there’s a cool swagger that keeps the pace moving forward.
about the record
"La Tempesta Colorata" was recorded at Cafe Oto in October 2021. With a full drum set, a handful of additional small instruments and a delay pedal, Valentina Magaletti somehow captures a full spectrum of sound, employing only minor additional elements to flesh out her sound. From the dewdrop swagger of the opening minutes, through rolling tom-led seismic activity - complete with customary screams - and into echoing industrial dub-improv experimentation, she's able to assemble her rhythms with metronomic accuracy, but with enough space in the gaps to enhance inherent human qualities - a far cry from fully electronic studio productions.
It’s a spellbinding display of polymetric complexities where no two seconds repeat themselves, persistently pulling patterns apart and restitching them in diffractive slow-fast-slow temporalities that arc from showers of cascading hi-hats, to pugilistic breaks, to an unexpected trough of Twin Peaks-y drones around the mid-section, only to climb out of it via icicles of melodic chimes and into more humid areas of her imagination, ultimately shoring up in pitch black zones.
