INTERNET BREAKFAST: NOTHING BUT THE STREET LIGHTS (to illuminate the screen)

The Ligurian/Italia, chiptune artist, Internet Breakfast, dwells in the experimental hub known as Musica Orizzontale (https://musicaorizzontale.bandcamp.com/), and pulls inspiration from old, gaming units.

For the album, Nothing But the Street Lights (to illuminate the screen), listeners are treated to chipped, arcade tunes, which create an artistic fixture, springing at dawn and bleeding far beyond. 

"Input" is the artist's start, an advent that squeezes the head no sooner than one creaks from bed. 

In truth, the track is but a preliminary phase for an "Internet Breakfast," where one devours faux reality, the composer soldering symbolic circuits to draw one into the worldwide web.

But the scene dims in disarray, and so, to instill a surrogate sun, one basks in a "Coffee Run." Beneath the bleak street lights, one sways like a wayward feather, the luring java promising that (no matter the outcome) "We All Fall Together." 

It's through this sardonic break that the composer tests the listener's faith, with encryptions vexing and vast. The confusion rises and dips, or is it just some preordained slip? Sharpened pixels cut ever deeper into one's audible eyes, leaping from strand to strand in full, panicked stride.  

Aw, no need to fret, for the "Good Boy" salutations sugarcoat the creator's uncrackable code, much like an ornate music box stripped of its gears, its metal fingers flecked in furtive tears. 

As evening descends, one's "Output" has been spent, the assailing lights promising a brand new day, though only if one hits REPLAY. 

Internet Breakfast's opus is an entrancing experiment, a reimagined James Joyce for its (in)finite odyssey, in which rationalized reveries accentuate each prophesized gesture, but even more, every eternal routine. 

Track the lights at

https://musicaorizzontale.bandcamp.com/album/mo20-nothing-but-the-street-lights 

ORQAN & E.M. SPAZZ UNIT VS VENTA PROTESIX: PLACATING PANIC

Orqan & E.M. Unit vs Venta Protesix is a new submission from the mighty Musica Orizzontale: a a creative tryst that churns chords that clash and claw like no others. The product is uncooked, bestial, tattered and for me, all the easier to digest because of it.

Perhaps that's because the contents mirror my desperation. Recently, my wife fell ill, to the extent of nearly dying, and my emotions have gotten frayed. As her dire ordeal has unfolded, the sounds in my head punched shrill and fierce, just like those of Orqan & E.M. Unit vs Venta Protesix.  

The artists involved used unorthodox sources (Venta Protesix's laptops and E.M. Spazz Unit's scream machines, among other off-kilter schemes) to filter their warring sounds, but whatever the specialized means, the impact is always visceral, especially when kicked off by "Primeval Mud of Mutation/Six New Larynxx", which captures a torment akin to what Norman Bates and Roderick Usher (or me, tee hee) feel when the brain becomes inflamed. 

What follows "Primeval Mud" is just as shameless, just as insane: "Music Will Never Change Anything" (an incessant drilling that projects defeat), "Aching Virtual Vacuum" (a suffocating, machine-shop calamity), "Disassociation Championship" (powerful pops that pull one's limbs straight from their sockets), and "Sleep Deprivation Psychosis" (a spine-tapping, insomniac reminder that one's worst fears are worse than imagined). Yes, these titles behave just as one might suspect: each and every one behaviorally bent!

Throughout the album, I became an integral part of the tracks' explosive, whistling, primal grit, which sears and simmers in such a despairing way as to defy any force that might nurture  joy. To rephrase, the tracks spit in the eye of giddy adversity by embracing all the defiant doom they employ.

Orqan & E.M. Unit vs Venta Protesix's punk-ish results are sheer genius, forcing one's ears, heart and soul to be all that they wish to be. If I wish to lament, I have full passage to do so among these crackling tracks, and for the sake of a woeful state, I appreciate that more than the mere words of this review could ever state. 

Orqan & E.M. Unit vs Venta Protesix is the proverbial, sad-song compilation that not only will "reach into your room" (my apologies to Sir Elton) but thrive as a reckless antidote that induces fearsome fortitude.

Partake the placating panic at 

https://musicaorizzontale.bandcamp.com/album/movs1-orqan-e-m-spazz-unit-vs-venta-protesix

ORGAN & SLEEP: NESHTATA V NESHTATA (AN ELECTRONIC SYMPHONY)

Musica Orizzontale blesses music lovers with a remarkable album from Organ & Sleep (Orqan & Sonno), entitled Neshtata v Neshtata (aka, Hewata B. Hewata). Its five, fine parts interlock to create an evocative, electronic experience, layered and stacked like a bamboo stem, while designed to coax one's cerebral sockets.

Neshtata v Neshtata brings to my mind "I Sing the Body Electric" (both the Whitman poem and Bradbury fable), plus all things mechanical that augment consciousness: simulated and fabricated, but invoking as much feeling as any organ(ic) germination.  

There are moments when Neshtata v Neshtata's drift diversifies in its voltaic texture, and that's good. Its tracks are shaded and cultivated, allowing its prevailing peculation to beckon a variety of sensations. The experience is at times sedating and at other times undomesticated, but on the whole empathetic to the highs and lows that mark warm-blooded life.

Neshtata v Neshtata would also work as an ideal soundtrack for a cinematic, science-fiction epic (I'm thinking along the lines of Metropolis. Blade Runner, The Matrix and Forbidden Planet), but to pigeonhole its high-tech fluency would be a disservice to Organ & Sleep, which has sculpted an opus that deserves to be taken on its own aesthetic accord.

I recommend plugging into Neshtata v Neshtata when the doldrums strike. Its human-forged notes are certain to jump start one's spirit and captivate one's heart:

https://open.spotify.com/album/1oL9YJvUKswyUXf8fnjmam?si=uSkVfpfNQmmVObQeAH5Fuw&utm_source=copy-link&dl_branch=1&nd=1

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https://musicaorizzontale.bandcamp.com/album/mo13

LUCA MELE'S APPLEZ91: AUDACITY MUSIC (VOL 1)

Luca Mele is a noise maestro from West Liguria, Italy and the creator of Applez91: a project presented via the fledgling label, Musica Orizzontale (hosted by Bandcamp). 

Applez91 now gives the industrial realm an album called Audacity Music (Vol 1). Its varied noises were filtered "with a mobile phone and the audio editing program Audacity." How simple and yet how clever. What ensues is unpretentious in intent, shaking the senses for no other cause than to do so. 

For example, the paper-crinkling "unwrap", the bombing "wind", the feral "Outside" and the vacuumed "MECHA-WIND" allude to bursts of inner flight and voids that invite tensions among unpolished commonality. 

In contrast, "Fried Chicken" (along with its "Harsh Noise" bonus track) performs as a simmering spell for relaxed feasting, where one's taste buds become flecked with the scrumptious taste of small-boned specimens: grotesque, when one considers the matter, but too damn delectable to deter.

"Triticarne" dances to a similar, sizzling (if not vibrating) beat, as does the foreign-tongued "CC", the flushing "L'Ora Del The" and the distant-traffic barking of "GodspeedYouWhiteHorns!". To be frank, I don't know what any of these particular tracks mean, but their formless frames do an excellent job of expanding the cerebral canvas, allowing one to pontificate weird whims upon them.  

"DoomClean", on the other hand, is its own makeshift animal, scouring inside and out, up and down and all around: a smidgen of this and that from all the rest to establish a savage specialization.

"Sanremo, March 2020" stands thereafter as its arguable, audio antithesis, commemorating simple shouts of idyllic play, which plaster an amiable adios. 

On the sublime whole, Audacity Music is the ideal wall of sound for any backdrop, but once one focuses on its intricacies, it induces a diverse, in-your-face hypnosis: beyond a doubt a stand-out premiere from an artist destined to reappear down the audacious, industrial line:
https://musicaorizzontale.bandcamp.com/album/mo2-audacity-music-vol-1.