Carlo Mombelli - I Press My Spine to the Ground (2016)

Carlo Mombelli cannot be described as what he creates, but rather as what he knows. Whether he spends a lazy Sunday, contrasting his meal with the opportunity to listen to tricks and sounds with dishes on the table, or fills Thursday evenings with experimental content in what was once familiar to everyone: at the Zoo Lake Bowls Club, or broadcasts his latest collaboration at jazz festivals and cozy bars, the probability of his creativity lies in the music he sees, in the chords of his memories and in the fusion of the always new, never forgotten.
In "The Bells of Gitschenen", I am swallowed by incongruent noises, directed inward by clapping percussion and a built-in variety of intense maneuvers, soaring from their fragility. Grinning from my lip, letting her sit between her nose, the blade shuffles, causing friction in her mighty void.
Press My Spine To The Ground - "When I press my spine to the ground, I see the ground behind me. When I cling to the ground, I see eternity in front of me. This night is dark. But I believe it's only on the darkest night that the sky shines the brightest. I look and see a distant star when I press my fragile spine into the ground." - voiced by Brenda Sisane.
Kyle Shepard's sobering piano keys leave things unsettled and vulnerable thanks to inflammatory editing shredding yesterday's tears and tomorrow's heartbeats. The composition consists of the planet Earth, unplanned landfills, oil blockages in animals that have now become afraid of the ocean and the soil, drying up and asking for rain. Vertebrae tingle, from reminders of Tumi Mogorosi's percussive spitting that reduced gravity to Mombelli's sympathetic bass lines, the tone can't help but capture the crying he inspires with his audible sensual confidence. "Press My Spine To The Ground" is an ode to everything that surrounds us, its churning movement, stunning a lifetime of stories.
Mbuso Khoza lends his phonetics to "Maya's Meshes", rising above the equilibrium of Shepard's double twitches, to the visual riddle of height, and then to a slight disorderly twitch. It continues with inflated vocals and subordinates their endings with sublime consciousness.
"Bass Spirits" is a merging and not prescribed, romanticizing climax in a verse of bass brevity. The chords seem like cat paws touching the wrinkled texture underneath. Sticking to their experimental verbosity, Mombelli, Mogorosi and Shepherd contribute to a well-known awakening, as the tempo changes shape and animates from a lamp flooded with dampness to the fearless collusion of the very present.
Picasso's Dove is a deep passion between piano and smooth vocals. This piece of land grows in trembling anticipation of the eternal present day, where every instinctive part of its impulse resonates with every segment, every limb and some forgotten sorrows and a thoughtful ending.
"Meditations in My Back Yard" - Superpowers, super twins, 3000 years of needs. We watch lonely poets sing and fall into pits. We heard a terrible burning pain, we saw a nasty toothless thing. He roared, he grinned. He bit his tongue. A careless sliver, a slight tremor. Run, dear, lonely ones.