Dismal专辑介绍：Artist: Dismal Title: Miele Dal Salice Type: Album Label: Dreamcell 11 I am rather glad to say that Dismal are not a band who live up to their name. In fact their somewhat mystically hermetic brand of dark gothic ambiance is quite compelling once you start to fathom exactly where these Italians are coming from. This is not instantly evident in the slightest, as it is a dreamlike plateau that they exist within and musically, structures such as verse, chorus, verse are abandoned for more eccentric expressions. Miele Dal Salice is like a fairy tale in the literal sense, as interspersing the music are what sounds like gleeful cherubs and magical creatures at play. This brings to mind innocent joviality reminiscent perhaps of a Midsummer Nights Dream. For example as we slowly ebb into La Conversione Di Shani the harmonious chatter of wraith like entities gambol away on the breeze of a sitar, which on first listen was reminiscent to the opening bars of The Mission Children album. However we are quickly lulled even further by Rossana Landi’s dulcimer croons, airy and enchanting, whilst the track goes nowhere fast but gently draws you in. The acoustic and pagan hippy vibe exuded, is totally enforced by Malia as the chatter of sprites and seagulls are harmoniously expanded by chiming ethereal cascabels (as they are described on the blog but it is probably easier to imagine xylophone and wind chimes). Now the female chorals pick up the pace and guitars jangle around this esoteric melody. Melisse is a sonata of melancholy beauty as the piano leads us into a realm of mourning and the spellbinding vocals get darker and downright witchy before the music romps into carnival of Tim Burton/Danny Elfman crazed weirditude. Much more symphonic and with fluttering oboe around the baroque orchestration we have Polvere D’ireos, which quickly descends into a waltz as it canters around its own magical kingdom. As the album continues in an airy light fashion I have to admit it has me kind of tranced out occasionally thudding back to earth with a bump as the beguiling vocals (and of what they are talking about I have no idea) weave their rapture about me. Niveare is just so mournful as it tinkles its despondent tune it virtually has you at the depths of despair and it is the classical fragments of the music, which really stand out here. I also love the fact that on first listen this Dismal album seems like there is so little going on but later proves that this is in fact a complex piece of mood music and although it is not likely to appeal to all, this is an album I am glad to have discovered.