Álbum totalmente ambiental en donde el oyente se encuentra en medio de la soledad, divagando entre mundos oscuros y sin explorar. Es una música muy evocadora que te invita a caminar en sueños e imágenes, y lo consigue con creces pues está muy bien hecha. Creo que como banda sonora de película de intriga también serviría.

Muy buena calidad.. muy trabajado y logrado..!!! enhorabuena..!!! te felicito..!!!

C'est dans le plus grand calme qu'il faut écouter cet album. Un belle recherche minimaliste avec quelques surprises. Mes morceaux préférés sont Sond in my hand pour ses belles répétitions rythmiques de batterie. Poetry blanked pour sa mélodie simple et Not forever pour son côté plus varié et inventif ! Bravo

Un monde de sens sans direction... Une musique plus que captivante... Une musique qui range les peurs... 123 123 1 2 3 j'ai rencontré le bruit… doux… doux… j'ai rencontré le bruit… et j'ai pris le temps d'attendre pour entendre… et peux à peux… bang et bang dans toutes les langue se met à chanter… comme les mots il y a des silence de battements conversation avec mon corps oui, mon corps me chante la vie 123 123 1 2 3 Perduss (Le Québécois)

Чудесный и невторимый стиль!

Música electrónica de calidad que recrea paisajes inquietantes. Muy bien trabajada y producida.

It took patience to execute this album. From minimal slow movements in excellent epic ambient on track one further through ambiental chill outs and interrupts in the rest of album. Cometa tries to manipulete rhytms, droning ambient interrups and silences in new way. Dunno if he succeeds with that but we still have hell of good art here and pleasant listening. Thanks for sharing this Com!

Cometa est l'anti thèse d'une comete Son univers dramatique est glacial,dépersonnalisé; son atmosphère baigne dans des volutes d'azote liquide ses notes musicales sont des glaçons sa lumière est d'un bleu iceberg cristallin A l'ecoute,la glaciation vous envahit,vous petrifie les organes Ensemble d'albums à découvrir de manière fragmentée,épisodique car le froid vous transperce Cela reste un ensemble de créations sobres,épurées mais dotées d'une beauté minimaliste Gracié Cometa Complimenti Va bene cosi

Beautifully resonating cold atmosphere in Sand In My Hand. There has to be a tacit acceptance of the futility, even if only physically. Which then makes it seem a bit bleak in outlook, so maybe focusing on things as an experience rather than positing a world-view is a way through our tangled tapestries of life. The sensation of the journey for its sake, we all will eventually 'arrive', but then the length of the track and reiteration engenders the cyclical nature of so much of nature. And that, we are inevitably a distinct, if at times somewhat curious, part of, and life goes on regardless. This seems to be backed up as the music changes its tone, as if phasic transition were underway, rehabilitation, reconstruction, revival, reflection. Irresistable... The Leaves Are Green retains the somewhat sombre air, with lovely pulsations of organicity. A beat and melody to celebrate this joy of living and growth takes place and lighten things nicely. But then, like a palindrome it slips back into it's organic soup for a while, but the beat wins out. Out Into The Void, tinkles like sunshine through an icy stalagtite, as you eavesdrop on the mumbled conversation the universe is going through. Flowers is a heavily scented bunch of noise and big rhythmic structures. Formidably pretty towards the pointed ending. Glass is that rounded piece that you find on a windswept beach on a blustery overcast day. Life going on all around and no-one else in sight, just you and the world. Finished with a jazzy, percussion led flourish at the end. Life can be good and all good things must come to their end. Poetry Blanked is harder to read between the lines, you have to be in the right mood for it, and it does need to be said rather than read. I say, hopefully you read. Nice sense of orientalism in this track, resonates like bamboo in a glissade of percussion. A waterfall of eartHbeat. I let you figure the anagram. A Presence certainly presents itself assiduously and retains a subtle, tenuous link on you with its beautiful minimalism. Gentle layers of silky music over the unremitting backdrop, softer than rose petals. A player goes through their lines and underlines in piano noises. The fluting, again an orientalist feel to it. Not Forever, the title track has a melancholic start but comes up smelling of roses like the Dead Can Dance. Lovely flourishes of synthetic tide. Under A Tree resonates under layers of musical leaves as they fall. The autumn of the album. I like reading under trees. Ants and Bees a lovely, reminiscent epilogue to a fantastic album. If Not Forever, maybe another time.

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