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Quicksilver Daydream, A Thousand Shadows A Single Flame (self-released)




Siamak Sarmadian, Life (Nub Music)

This second full-length from the 32-year-old Iranian New Age composer is the first I’ve heard from him, which almost didn’t happen owing to the rather pompous bullet in his resumé that alluded to this being a private journey into his brain or somesuch. But knowing this guy hadn’t even bothered releasing serious recordings until he felt his keyboard skills were worthy was sufficient impetus for me to at least click the clicky and see if it was intolerable (it’s not). Leadoff song “Circle of Life” is actually quite good, a bit maudlin at one point, but Sarmadian does paint with real beauty as the nuts-and-bolts Bruce Hornsby-ish melody moves along. I dunno, it’s something you’d hear over the house speakers in the background at a Cancun hotel, a bit too polished but livable nonetheless thanks to a born knack for knocking notes together. Going forward it’s pretty much in the same vein. “Field of Daisies” is more laid-back in its motivational-seminar-resort vibe; a part of you suspects that Tony Robbins is in the background calling out subliminal messages to “go for your dreams” and all that. A 
— Eric W. Saeger




Quicksilver Daydream, A Thousand Shadows A Single Flame (self-released)
CD Reviews: 2/8/18

02/08/18
By Eric Saeger news@hippopress.com



Quicksilver Daydream, A Thousand Shadows A Single Flame (self-released)

Again with the underproduced psych-indie from the Brooklyn crowd. I picture these guys phoning in a performance at a ’90-bands-night at Mercury Lounge or whatever while the dutifully attending hipsters, never looking up, discuss e-celebrities and where to buy used vaping devices in the Village. With all the Ennio Morricone-by-way-of-Chris Isaak spaghetti-western-guitar here, this could have been an Echo and the Bunnymen sort of deal, but the singer — whom I’m far too lazy to hunt down and name for print, and PR people really need to start going back to the old days of proper bio sheets, and yeah, that makes me sound old, but you know what, so what — inspires all the excitement of a movie theater ticket-taker directing you to the right screen. Am I being a grump? Maybe, but I’m honestly astounded that aimless psych-indie is still a thing down there. D 
— Eric W. Saeger





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