Storia Della Musica, Italy Interceptors Review 3 1/2 Stars
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di Alessandro Zabban

Apparitions synthetic asteroids, thin by the end of time. Cathode rays on a collision course with conscience. Fever. A chaotic and dark universe described by Screen Vinyl Image, their debut Interceptors, a universe of distant stars. Not just a guide to intergalactic hitchhikers trying to navigate the dense nebulae: the background radiation (shoegaze reverb) will stun you, the hum of the engines atomic (electro-synth) will take you on a journey without a destination, while a radio edge will recite sermons now obscure, now ethereal and distant.

Confusion and bewilderment proposes from the Space Odyssey of Screen Vnnyl Image that has the advantage of amalgamating the various fine musical trends of the past, particularly the '80s, but not always, especially in the middle. However, this debut is a major success. Synthetic apparition takes us out slowly near the black hole, but Cathode Ray sucks you in the vortex, which they tossed in their electro-drone reverb and distortion, and a band who believes, apparently, that Peter Murphy (Bauhaus) sings Bela Lugosi's Dead in the third millennium. Slipping Away takes us to an empty and flat sea of tranquility, but the atmosphere is still clear and terribly distressing. The singer sings a sad and languid melody.

The Cure's Disintegration along with My Bloody Valentine's Isn't Anything. Strange combination but sounds good. The temperature kicked up with Fever. It is also the warm voice of our mysterious traveling companion, yes, a warm and enveloping voice as some stars forget the beginning of their century. It breathes the pop sensibility of the Radio Dept. But also delicate synths in the manner of M83 and fragments of Telefon Tel Aviv. Meanwhile, our visitor is making me really nervous, now he begins to retrace Dave Gahan. But still, was Depeche Mode necessary? Maybe so, Asteroid Exile would have been a most worthy individual darker phase of the original group of Basildon.

The journey continues, the craft absorbs the blows from Lost in Repeat and Until the End of Time that players can still see the Depeche Mode or even the shock of Death Defiance to maintain the predefined route. Winds in the crew even have some feeling of boredom, but What you need breaks the monotony: a sound relentlessly bombing, in which the vortex creates an electronic hypnosis. The singer tries to make his voice heard in such turmoil, it is now forced to scream, while his singing is becoming more dramatic and frenzied, more Bauhaus-oriented, as if prophesying the end of something. Indeed Coscience collider is practically a requiem mass in which, instead of a classical orchestra and a choir well positioned, well dressed, have replaced the Jesus and Mary Chain version pissed and cantankerous. Maybe the singer was right. An asteroid struck us. The engines are battered, the engine is not responding.

With great speed and cool the pilot is still unable to land in a desert planet. The journey is finished anyway, but at least I will have the pleasure of allowing you with this last song, Chaser, that reminds me of old times when I was young, when there were no spacecraft capable of covering the distance Earth to Moon in sixteen minutes when it was thought that there was life on Mars, when there were no human settlements on Alpha Centauri, but when there were Bauhaus, The Jesus and Mary Chain and the first avant-garde shoegaze, when the synthetic sounds and technology never ceases to amaze me, when there was good music.