We got a review in Italy. (Translated by Google)

by: di Piero Merola

Until a few years ago the trend seemed shoegaze dead and buried. To emerge from the undergrowth in independent enough rhythmic and upbeat guitars lagnose to the right point. For some time now, however, seems to be emerging even raising the volume until the saturation of the sound. Landscapes in pop, as in electro landscapes. Just think about how M83 and Ulrich Schnauss have revisited an otherwise electronic stimuli with no distortion to the old school care for My Bloody Valentine and company. Or more to the trends of industrial A Place To Bury Strangers and To Kill A Petty Bourgeoisie. To list the most successful formulas.

The Screen Vinyl Image, taken on tour for the first time since his crazy German above fall well into this new school of thought. Directly from Washington DC are described by reference to a range of influences ranging from Dario Argento to Spacemen 3, passing through the Italo-disco and Phil Spector. Beyond these striking combinations as inefficient, since the start is quite clear. After the introduction with those left by the Gothic style synth, the scorching "Cathode Ray" on the trail which thrusts the claustrophobic "Slipping Away" immediately makes the idea of the proposed musical duo. As if the Primal Scream of XTRMNTR (whose sounds echo, more than ever in "Conscience Collider", a techno remix of her) to pay tribute to pre-industrial obsessions of Suicide. Alienated the resurgence in psychedelic voice and dilatations, literally submerged by overflowing flood shoegaze. "Lost In Repeat" is Screamadelica Gillespie and members if they had worked some time with Kevin Shields.

But we do not delve too much on these calls as it 90s because both haunted by the District of Columbia are anchored more than ever in the previous decade. How fun if you fill the feedback and noise schitarrate everything that made the'80s something memorable in spite of the more superficial conceptions of the 80s as a decade of musical obscurantism.

We are the New Order that best meet or collide with Jesus & Mary Chain in the vortex annebbiante of "Fever." There are perversions Gothic lapping the Sisters Of Mercy and Depeche Mode Black Celebration in "Until The End Of Time" and "Asteroid", the song most purified of residual claimants shoegaze. We are the Cocteau Twins in key industrial symphony in the final part of "Chaser". All in un'andatura very steady and consistent which makes listening fluid. When we recall the trends more danceable cloudy almost boundless nell'EBM more cruel and ruthless. Useful if only to remove the risk of catalepsy, "Death Defiance" and "What You Need" accelerate the pace, however, making the air unbreathable equally. Headache? Open the window and take a look outside. Do not worry, the'80s are really over.