the cello has the voice of a ghost with long hair, smooth, black. but beyond metaphors spectral compositions mursego are true dreams reality sound skin, flesh, plenty of land. with composure heterodox mix classic pop, experimental folk and cinematic landscapes, maite arroitajauregui-Anari, lisabö, Morau, we discover, from Eibar, a virtuoso symphonic universe mash over low heat for herself. their songs have melodies and rhythms in a loop, caressed by a beautiful voice that cracks stories by night. emulating pj harvey, the moldy peaches or John Cale and original formats-in Euskera, Portuguese, Russian, mursego spreads its wings on his first solo album, 'bat'. a strong personal commitment and that, unnatural as the name implies, no dancing in the dark, but with safe passage and dream a lovely dance. dance of bats. MM
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