99 excuses to justify the biggest sickness of my world: procrastination.
The keys are repeating stubbornly the same melancholic arpeggios, a long list of chronic laments until indistinguishable bells start to ring from far away.
Not really a call, just a glimpse of an idea.
Focus, everything is calm now. Heartbeats.
Excitement, it’s coming from inside, and it grows bigger and bigger.
Bells are ringing again, definitely not an illusion, as promising as the light at the end of the tunnel.
This is it.
The perfect bliss of that long awaited moment, too much actually, hard to control, ungraspable, nothing else to do but to enjoy.
And when it’s gone, the excitement remains.
Back to reality. Doubts. Was it real? it was real!
But there is still so much to do.
It was here, but it still has to be extracted, translated, to take a tangible form. Excuses are back again, a reflex, but they are just passing through, like echoes of the past.
Fusing AXL OTL’s unique mix of influences has been like putting a puzzle together using parts from different sets, but after some clean cuts and the forging of some new pieces to fill the gaps, a unique picture has emerged.
Light but deep, complex and accessible AXL OTL’s sound is conceptual, mythic and narrative.
Pay attention, listen carefully, the music is speaking.