Um dos destaques desta semana vai para o tema Black Canvas, do produtor re:tract com a participação de Martha Phillips. Para além da excelente produção musical, o que mais me fascinou foi a conjugação da componente instrumental delicada e emotiva com a voz de Martha que entre o tom mais grave e agudo nos faz arrepiar a espinha. Poder-se-á dizer que é um casamento muito bem sucedido entre os dois artistas. O vídeo traz consigo a imagética da viagem poderosa que fazemos.
Em relação ao tema, de acordo com Martha, a vocalista da música: the lyrics are talking about coming out of a toxic relationship and realising there’s not much left of yourself. It’s about the daunting feeling of starting again from a ‘Blank Canvas’ and saying goodbye to your old life.
Já sobre re:tract sabemos o seguinte: by setting no limitations in style or instrumentation and by embracing a human, emotional discourse within his electronic soundscapes, re: tract (multi-instrumentalist and producer Matt Gill) crafts dense, honest and often heart wrenching musical worlds to lose yourself in. With a sound that incorporates elements of downtempo, chillwave and trip-hop and coupled with inspiring visual concepts and content, his previous singles Who Am I and About You both picked up BBC airplay support and his debut LP was selected for editorial coverage with iTunes in June.
E assim a música cumpre a sua missão enquanto canal de exorcismo e catarse das emoções que nos assolam mente e espírito.
Thought I did, it was someone else
You came in and helped yourself and now you’ve gone
Blank canvas you could paint a picture on
This madness I depend my life upon
Too much but not quite enough
Falling apart, call it falling in love
But you don’t know the half of it
Oh you, you don’t know the half of it
You say you do, but you don’t know the half of it
I never thought we’d see the end
Lost a love and lost a friend
Now I see the dark fog descend around it all
It always comes back to tear me up
Taken me, now you, when is it enough?
Feel the ripping underneath my skin
All in my hands but I always give in
But you don’t know the half of it
Oh you, you don’t know the half of it
You say you do, but you don’t know the half of it
