MASERATI VII

Have you seen the cover painting of this album? Well, I represent myself the underlying beat of this music like the ondulating red desertic surface below, and then kicks in the guitar chordal sequences, just like the steel blue octahedrons rising above and up to the sky. Uh..., OK, but, is that good or what? I think it is, since the musicianship is fine, there's plenty of mutation in dynamics and rythmic articulation, the guitarist shows taste and imagination in his contrasting task, and... well, almost nothing more. The vocorder treated voice is just creepy and adds very little, if anything. In the end, the record come to pass without any sense of melodic or thematic identity, each track sounding like part of the alien landscape, and nothing else. Would you have expected something more? I do, and I miss it.