Reviews of A Traves Del Espejo [12k1085]

There is a fragility to this album, which demands the listener sit back with full focus to appreciate every slight nuance and flutter.

He puts himself (and us) in a spellbound Super 8 childhood.

On se met a Cover d’un temple zen perche sur un mont enneige du nord de l’archipel nippon, une vie entiere pass& loin des fracas de la folie humaine a observer le fil des saisons…

Memories that float in the ether, engraved in an accomplished minimalism.

An elegant music.

A Través del espejo jest jak ambientowa pozytywka. Wiem, że będę ją wielokrotnie nakręcał, bo lubię, gdy wokół mnie krąży dobra energia, której akurat mamy pod dostatkiem w znakomitych nagraniach Federico Duranda.

Der Argentinier Federico Durand versteht es meisterlich leichtherzige Nostalgie zu produzieren ohne dabei sentimental zu werden

On se met à rêver d’un temple zen perché sur un mont enneigé du nord de l’archipel nippon, une vie entière passée loin des fracas de la folie humaine à observer le fil des saisons, seul accroupi parmi les vivants trop pressés.

I find Durand to be quite genuine in his aims and ambitions, and so devoted to his craft that every tune manifests as much care and detail as the embroideries which he openly admires.

Tracks float by as lingering snapshots from a past present.

“Almost impossible melodies made of memories and dreams”

“A concert of music boxes.”

“Akin to being in a small room with him as he records…”

Few notes are required to make beautiful and evocative music.

Like a small window of antique glass looking right into Federico’s soul.

…which way the wind will blow to lure touches on an invisible glockenspiel or a tweaked piano.

A lone world of softness and brightness…

This is some damn fine release.

Le fruit d’une minutieuse attention aux plus petits détails des moments de silence de tous les jours.

There are hidden treasures here that aren’t as tranquil as they first appear, even as you feel yourself getting lost in them.