Reverendo Lys  (translated from Italian)

To feel the naturalness with which they do it, it would seem child’s play.

But don’t trust me, that here is like focusing on the game of small cups at the Porta Portese market, such is the ability of Galileo 7 to hide their marble under the bells of the English freakbeat. Sound and quotations that are a distillate of British culture, in this latest masterpiece of the band by Allan Crockford that could represent a valid listening alternative for those who have the first records of Blur and Charlatans perpetually parked on their stereo. Indeed, perhaps more among that audience than among the fringes of lovers of vintage sound of the mod / beat bands of the Sixties that Galileo 7 have as inspiration but not as the only stylistic reference model.

To them, to lovers of the most retro brit-pop of thirty years ago, I suggest to listen to songs like Let Go, Too Late, Everything Is Everything Else and to imagine them shot from the speakers of the Haçienda in one of the warm evenings of the summer of love in ’89, while the spritz bubbles turned into a thousand smiley faces. Just imagine and tell me again, having climbed over the bustle of I Dream of Sleep and the carcass of the Beatles submarine that ran aground on the beaches of The World Looks Different Today.

I stand here and wait for you as you carry the watches back.