Every action having to do with expression, therefore art in the first place, has a tendency to mend the unavoidable leaks opening in everyone’s parabola. The friulian word “blec” stays for “patch”. It’s about trying to close up a hole, the epiphanies of chaos that will finally achieve the inevitable victory. Art as a “blec”, something inherently temporary, passing, short-lived, while new, unpredictable cracks open up in the wall. Music as anti-detonant, ephemeral measure to tackle the mute blast. Entropy, the worm of time eating away matter, will conquer every futile resistance, break down every barrier, tear every insignificant human attempt to arrange the split, to ensure duration, to exceed time to shreds. We’ve got nothing but “blecs” to hold on to keep on breathing.
The musical visions of Seravalle brothers (Alessandro and Gianpietro) merge in this place, what comes out is a music with a strong psychedelic taste marked by a clear experimental element and at the same time by a firm anchor in groove. Music for the body and for the mind which comes alive thanks to every impression or drive passing in their neighbourhood. It’s heterogeneous music, never prone to rest in any acquired standpoint, with a deliberately weaving style. No fixed lines here, every stimulus to action is welcomed and turned into music, every sensation becomes an opportunity for an auditory trip. It’s musica officinalis, provided with therapeutic properties, a cure against the draining outcomes of everyday life. No need to ask yourself why. Just close your eyes, open your mind and come in.
