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DECEMBER 30, 2008
Digital Angel
By Michele Occelli
DIGITAL ANGEL -
The contemporary world revels in its own noise, deafened by the collapse of consciousness into the abyss of a smeared purposeless soundtrack. History comes to us as voice whose beauty depends on the beauty of its expression. This Voice is made of acts, each act being beautiful if it provokes, and in our throat reveals, song. OTHON's debut album is a murder, the power of expression which signifies it impelling us to song. The climax of this murder, of this rite of love and death, is but the revelation of that which still holds true meaning within this raft we are all bound to. Digital Angel is thus the very soundtrack to the cosmic regeneration of Being OTHON sees as the only acceptable limit to his own imagination.
D.A. is a no mans land of musical innovation, where the deepest millennial monstrosity and the finest conceptual glockenspiel reverberation sew the contour of mankindıs future. A future OTHON's announces as made of a passion devoid of any regret. Digital Angel is thrust, exhilaration, howl, moonlit dance, sweaty darkroom, chasm of voice and vibrato, black and white tapestry of keys hit by the sharp virtuoso will of a musician whose career appears to us as the very manifestation of magical vision. As we let ourselves be sunk, dragged, smitten by the fourdimensional embrace of this sound-gloved fist, a sense of lyrical and poetic explosion take heed of our mind and sails us across Hercules columns. There, floating on top of a piano, we hear Othonıs intimate offerings, opening the curtains of perception beyond the known, beyond the fathomable antithesis between beauty and ugliness. As if led by hand, we march across a Bosch-like soundscape infused with an artistic vision still holding the bold yet delicate courage of true wonder. Othon's piano becomes a cloud-busting Reichian machine turning the sky into a reflection of dreams music itself has yet to recognize. Submerged by the currents of a musical hall yet to come we surface into a realm of aural transubstantiation, where the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
Three voices and a piano are the invocatory elemental chore of this work. In the trilogy of songs titled Digital Angel, Monsieur Ernesto Tomasini cuts across the most experimental atonal production and a soave almost child-like carousel spatiality. Infused with the erotic intensity of a Sufi dance performed in a theatre des supplices, Greater Feast Massacre sees the Sicilian artiste and counter-tenor carry a textual goblet of abomination through a landscape of baroque obsession and iridescent tonal intensities. Marc Almond's a-temporal vocal harmonic cathedral envelops us like the night itself in Tonight and The Tango Song. Here, accompanied by OTHON's Mishima-like piano warring, Almondıs lyrical darkness becomes the syncope suspension between notes resonating with the glimmer of a consciously studded theatrical heaven. David Tibetıs languishing impossible tonalities fall like the sediments of revelation itself in the Coil track The Dreamer Is Still Asleep making us think of the dagger of which Saint Luke's speaks: there to pass our very soul so that we might feel within the passion that the world creates - Et Tuam Ipsius Animam Pertransibit Gladius. And it is indeed in those terms that this album works, it is a dagger, not a caress, its blade passes our selves as if emotion and reason were again adjunct, and the future a concrete pillar unto which the face of humanity might be sculpted with features anew.
Through the precise sensual creativity of OTHON, the artist, musician, virtuoso, DIGITAL ANGEL brands upon our minds its deepest and most daring of thoughts, that the only limit to our existence be the fear to reveal the delicate hues through which our very soul sings. There is much sincerity and desire, passion and kindness in the work of this young musician, so that as we fall into the embrace of this musical album, we see it transforming itself into the fundamental radiation, the very pervading echo of an age where creativity can only be but an act of Will against the death and decay of all that makes life so excruciatingly worth living. Lets murder this century, and in this act, reveal beautiful songs.
Michele Occelli.
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OTHON
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