We're in April, spring drops are gently tapping on my window and I feel like taking a trip down memory lane, so I put my raincoat on and walk the cobbled streets yearning for reminiscences of love lost, buried emotions, unwanted feelings...Milan Tarina's album is playing in the background and it suddenly all makes sense, the spring and its bittersweet taste...
If you google Pyrrhura you will find out that it's a genus of parrots in the Arini tribe, but if you dig deeper you will discover this made in Slovakia, lo-fi, melancholic, experimental indie music act. Each track tells a story of yearning and not usually spotted feelings. Milan's nasal and sorrowful voice will
take you through a journey of longing.
- Never ending space 'Untamed wild feeling, I stare at the ceiling, never ending race..'
- To make it right in here 'Tell me, will we again laugh at something we can't quite describe, no tonight?'
- Sun, Daysies, Violets 'I want to rearrange And hate what you hate , to collect the broken thoughts, to get 'em back , I'm, oh, different'