Medivh, from the heart of Tuscany, has called upon a new ritual under a quiet Tuscan sky. "Fires Of The Blue Moon" which starts like paleness in the first light of day, but quickly evolves into complete frenzy. Brothers Emmanuele and Tommaso's bond is greater than blood, it's carved into each note, every surprise move from the caress of a melody to the brutal snap of strangled strings.
It's the kind of music that pulls you in with its orbit, entraps you within aggressive layers of guitars and dark electronics before setting you afloat on pools of fragile beauty. Medivh's studio in the rolling hills of Tuscany becomes a crucible, one which melts opposites, mechanical and organic, violent and tender, waking and dream. The brothers explained that the track is a night lullaby for troubled minds that don't still. The portrait of the internal dance between feeling and living, a dervish spin in search of balance. The lyrics conjure up that back-and-forth fear-to-can-hold-me macabre, and the music mirrors that shift with precision. One second floating in near-mystical calm, the next, churning in the earth, being shot from beneath you.
The sound is intimate and also large, a contradiction that sums up plenty of Medivh's art. The guitars feel tactile, grounded to the bone with grit underneath fingernails, and swept up in reeling washes of synth and ambient haze that stretch out towards infinity. Outside their studio window, you can practically see the moonlit hills, but that glow is a strange, ghostly blue.
It is the emotional temperature, not merely the craft, that distinguishes this track. "Fires Of The Blue Moon" has an almost intimate feel, like you've discovered a late-night confessional. And yet also striking, capacious enough to consume a space with its currents.