If all the preachers were like David Eugene Edwards, probably there would be no atheists in the world.
Edwards brings more than two decades around the word of the Lord , first with 16 Horsepower, 2002 with the logical Wovenhand, a musical discourse that ranges from folk and blues, and psychedelic rock medieval music, punk and tradition of Native Americans. On
stand all its apocalyptic mystical visions, narrated with frightening fury and evangelical fervor in a constant state of trance whose sincerity is impossible to doubt. In giving voice to the word of God, Christian never was equally convincing (except, perhaps, Jesus Christ.)
David Eugene Edwards loves Italy. Since there are Wovenhand, has graced our land of about a dozen visits, the problem was that his range seemed to be deliberately limited to the outskirts of Ravenna, having set those shares at least 90% of its performances (Exceptions, if memory leak, Milan and Rome - one visit each).
this evening in Piazza Verdi breaks the border, and the result is that the big events, hundreds of fans of all ages, families with children in tow, a table of Vikings definitely emerged from some concerts death metal Northern European (which will remain for as long as absolutely real estate). There is also Brondi Vasco. At 21:45
precise the crowd like the Red Sea opens the passage of Moses, David Eugene Edwards has arrived, wearing a Hawaiian shirt with flowers from indecency, a panama with white stripe and white feather from Alpine pimp pants long light brown sandals and a student off-site in Sicily. The rest of the band (drums, bass and slide guitar ) dressed in black, mostly shirts open to the fourth button, the sleeve cuffs, casual as it can be an informal reception to an undertaker.
The concert is a long, uninterrupted stream of consciousness tracks of rhythmic, eerie, hypnotic, one amalgamated in the other, almost without pause, in which Edwards grabbed his eyes down, repeatedly empties his glass of whiskey that some unknown diligent bordopalco to ensure on time to fill, seems to want to undermine the head from the neck shots with sudden and violent. It's the same process ever. It is a concert Wovenhand. Musically
seem to hear just returned from the grave of Doors , with the exhumed corpse of Morrison that if the grins on the sidelines, occasionally bits of Elvis Presley, Danzig, Cramps, Joy Division and Sol Invictus (somewhere in the river September also a cover, completely transformed, Heart and Soul of ) or, more simply, the transposition of music in the novels of Cormac McCarthy, but better.
In any event, a unique absolutely awesome, marred only by the immobility of an engineer invisible, unable to resolve the quarrels of Edwards with a spy who does not seem to work. The only downside of a ritual that we hope to repeat as soon as possible.
rating 8
Matteo Cortesi 
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