First of all, I feel ashamed of writing this entry in English. So, why am I doing this? Because I think that, for non-Italian-people, an awful English will still make more sense than a well written Italian: and I see no reason for which the present column should be limited to my fellow berluscolandia readers.
And now, let’s talk about Ye Olde Maids. They are a “duo” with one real person and his imaginary friend. Both of them sing: one with a male voice, the other with a faux feminine, screeching falsetto.
This “duo” assembled nine songs across the last five years; well before The Wire invented the term “hypnagogic” referring to a kind of dreamy, lowfi, postmodern meditation about some collective imaginary of the last three decades. And although ignored by The Wire itself, Ye Olde Maids provide in my opinion the most convincing example of the genre so far: where signs and reveries of the 80s come in broken and distorted pieces, left alone as in a ghost town.
Listen to “God Blesses Us, Mother Dresses Us” (2009) by Ye Olde Maids.
Go to Ye Olde Maids myspace.
