We were trying to figure out a recent Italian review of Paul White & The Purple Brain, and pasted the text into Google Translate. The results are intriguing. There are moments of insight amongst the deeply mangled madness:
“Everything comes from the seventies, nothing new under the sun we agree, and as for the London-based Paul White did not go to discharge only with the iPod music of that period but has resurrected well imagine a real live quite disturbing, the Swedish S.T. Michael, an active mainly a Scandinavian madman twenty years ago we imagine, Swedish all with aplomb, lost in bo risks completely in acid. The union between the two works: with kindness hippies and very cowardly, the two do not stamp their feet on the contrary it tickle and encourage each other. The end result is an album of Money Mark immersed in two liters of LSD type.
Album thin, lazy and proud be, but never frayed and always with a direction. Some textures are really precious, besides being non-trivial and Calligraphy is not, and never once was there yawn escaped him – despite here are doing everything, but really anything not to be linear.”