WizMan

For the emotional beauty and also in honour of the memory of a very talented young man, almost a child, I hope this becomes a cult album, it really should. It has to.

It starts as if it is not really starting anything and ends as if it is starting something new and better. Perhaps a very good ending to something you saw from the stage yawning and waiting for the moment to finally leave, as you leave you think it wasn't enough.

This is high witchcraft, really high witchcraft, I like witchcraft.

You feel so close to her sorrows from the past and how difficult a road to healing is, and it must be. This album is about pain and transmutation; it's on that borderline, which can sometimes be very broken and noisy, between prayer and meditation, where the light just starts to illuminate. Pain, avant art and redemption.

It is amazing how Lopatin can create trails into the unknown in each of his creations, how each element has a final destination but a turbulent path, it is also amazing how sublime all this can be in the field of experimentation.
Again is a great album and again Lopatin gives a sincere display of his genius and creative expansion.