Lucciole, the latest album from Italian violinist, composer, vocalist, and improviser Silvia Tarozzi, unfolds like a strange existential drama. A richly layered work in every sense—sonically, compositionally, thematically—it seemingly traces the arc of a life in surrealist form while blending chamber folk, classical, and avant-garde sounds. Tarozzi immerses her voice in an environment of strings, horns, guitars, keys, theremin, zither, and sound manipulation, creating something that feels breathtaking alive — the music is radiant, luminous like its namesake . . .
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