Italy, 1974, avant-prog
Time to get crazy. As long as it’s not ear-wrecking noise, I actually enjoy experimental, avant-whatever albums…and this one hits the sweet spot. This album goes from shattered spoken-word tracks straight into beautiful chamber folk pieces with a single piano and a woman’s beautiful voice. There are such beautiful vocal and flute moments, but there are also discordant descents into weird, experimental territory. This album is like two sides of a faerie tale: one part—the safe part—you tell to children, the other part you whisper to yourself in the dead of night.
Museum Musica 