THE BLAZE - Folk (2025)
Every experience is subjective, almost unique. Yet there must be something that we share... otherwise no artifact (painting, novel, musical composition) would circulate in the free world. It is not by chance that certain objects are universally recognized, but perhaps it is not due to an “objective,” “intrinsic,” beauty either. Maybe, more simply, they resonate and are experienced and shared by many individuals during the same historical period. Content production can also risk not finding an audience at the time of its creation. This happens all the time.
The artist must choose which path to take at the crossroads: to offer something that dialogues with the times, with the here and now... or to do what he feels, regardless of the reception his artifact will receive. The first is a tamed choice, the second an autonomous, complex, muscular choice, particularly unconventional in this cultural and historical period. These are the thoughts that cross my mind as I listen to this album. Perhaps it is due to the rarefied atmospheres, or the background choirs, or the prickly gentleness with which the songs accept and carry the simple phrases. Or maybe because, in this period, the lightness of dance brings us back to a relationship with that which is other-than-ourselves in a detached way, distant just enough to allow us a few minutes of simple harmony in a world stunned and stunning with horrors.