Maurizio Abate is a self taught guitarist active since 2000s, with a dinstinctive approach to experimentation.Since 2006 he has made several recording sessions, released on some LPs under his own name and other collective groups, he collaborates with David Vanzan and Virginia Genta (Jooklo), Makoto Kawabata (Acid Mother Temple), Luca Massolin (Golden Cup) and many others He is currently involved in the project Eternal Zio and plays live in the project BeMyDelay.The records aggregates many influences he had in recent times, from the meditative krautism of Popol Vuh and the inalienable passion for blues guitar.
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- A Way To Nowhere by Maurizio Abate
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According to Maurizio Abate, listening to ambient records will get you nowhere. But that’s exactly the place that he wants to take you - a remote space far removed from your earthly environs. It’s a pretty place, as the cover suggests, and just as natural.
The record acts as a sort of kosmik vessel to this strange but beautiful world, the intricate layers combining into a hypnotic full piece. Essentially built around his extended guitar improvisations, Abate’s music is an embellishment of a solitary exploration of a theme. He decorates the space with synth drones, mangled but gently lingering guitar cycles and distant vocals. It’s very psychedelic, and past collaborations with members of Acid Mothers Temple come as no surprise, nor does the fact that JD Emmanuel’s Echoes from ancient caves was also released on Black Sweat. The rising of acidic guitar lines from the mist recalls Karen Gwyer’s source material reworked by Torn Hawk on the Cowboys (for Karen) 12”, a personal highlight of last year.
5th track ‘Land of Thoughts’ displays excellent use of meditative repetition, led by what is presumably some hammered acoustic guitars before being joined by twinkling high layers and a pounding drum. Some drifty distorted riffs sneak from the left ear to the right, ending with feedback and even more distortion. This is the kind of music that makes distortion dangerously addictive. Soon I’ll just be listening to the sound of the Norman review amp’s broken buzzing instead of lovely psychtronica. To top it all off, there’s a screwed up cover of House of the Rising Sun at the end, in which Abate has strangled his guitar to bring it closer to the tortured souls of the Rising Sun residents. Aw man, back to posting records.
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