entrancing musical suite
"Frost. Morning frost awoke me reaching under the covers.". These words are the incipit of the short story that Kasia Glowicka, the brilliant media artists which co-signed this entrancing musical suite together with pianist Malgorzata Walentynowicz, which seems to tell a romantic reverie where the main balls on the sky we see from this point of the universe often interfere with inner journeys of a romanticized sequence of happenings where temporary perceptions triggers different zones and seemingly forgotten recesses of the soul. Besides emotional clefts, these Polish girls wisely explores the stylistical choke points of a possible junction between classical music, ambient and minimalism by means of elegant and somewhat adventurous where the delightful piano melodies got striated by blurred tones, sudden sprays of bells, electronic drafts, distant rustles like reflections of lunar light on the rough water of the sea or an imaginary recce over Klimt's "The Kiss", which got mentioned in Kasia's storytelling. The mellifluous intermittence of emotional evocations can be clearly appreciated on the longest suites of the album such as "Presence", the heart rending dedication to Polis composer and pianist Tomasz Sikorski, an authentic source of inspiration for Kasia Glowicka, who already took part to a tribute release on Bolt Records, where she described Sikorski's minimalism by a meanignful description ("Sikorski's minimalism was unique to any of these native and foreign influences. He was a philosopher-minimalist concerned with the meditative properties of his compositions. His philosophy could be as well paraphrased by Queen's existential Bohemian Rhapsody - "nothing really matters, anyone can see, nothing really matters..." On the other hand, literally every note matters in his distinct minimalist style. It is here that I've identified most strongly with Sikorski's longing for brutal beauty. In this space, one can go so far as to be intentionally painful."), the lovely "Red Sun" or the bittersweet melancholia of "Retina", but the shortest tracks such as the fibrillating "Favola", the baleful "Absence" or the opening "Sun Spot" follows such a guessed compositional strategy.