A spiraling memento that leaves us wading in the stardust of yesteryear and beyond- Rain dances to an opulent friend in memory, an anthem of spells and spirited howls in obeisance to the moon’s flitting phases. O Memorie’s “Toska, My Friend, Farwell” is a hip, elegance moving like a trance between the slow, thin fingers of our grasp.
With the timely almost silvery delivery of Antony and the Johnsons’ (I am a bird now), perhaps, and Ben Kweller- There is a transcendence that travels farther than most artists had before him, in a film-like collection of songs we see the allusion of beauty and art, eulogy and light all fit ubiquitously in the songs of O Memorie. Each song is unique and full of splendor with a ripe sound erupting shakily from the moans of O Memorie, the vocals are an unceasing train of airy haze.
The Indie-folk dream states are an insistence to meander in the intensity where we sit beside silent partners in parks and fantasize about lives going by aging and slowly passing through this world, then slowly getting up and starting back up again and maybe doing it another time somewhere foreign, in another state or countryside.
The slow dive of O Memorie’s “Toska, My Friend, Farwell” gives us those unspeakable moments where we are neither here nor there. O Memorie is a spacey, lyricism, “we worried too much to count cards” we see the anecdotes that could be referencing Elliott Smith’s song “Angeles” perhaps, but the shadowy ghost of Smith is not lost on O Memorie as there are definite similarities in their musical aptitudes.
The somber synthetic music that is sorrowful and wistful along with the brooding vocals of O Memorie with lyrics that bare a weight of planets orbiting a fiery sun, like icy hands pressed upon warm lips and warm breath seen in cold air. Give O Memorie’s “Toska, My Friend, Farwell, some playtime you’ll have a deep introspective experience and give some of these influences a listen as well- This album will unravel the ghost in you for sure.
Written by Hari Palacio
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