Boule à Neige





Laverna (I)

Lav 43 (remastered Lav 73)

EP, 24 bit FLAC free download on:

15 July 2011 (remastered 1 June 2017)


01 - 43°16'54.22"N 11°10'16.99"E

02 - Micro landscapes

03 - Madrigale muto

04 - Autofocus

composed, performed, mixed and

produced by Giulio Aldinucci

Remastered by Alexandr Vatagin

Artwork: Paola Paradisi  


Quotes from some album's reviews:

"It would probably have been part of the realm of Plato`s (beauty) ideas. 9,5"



"Un mosaico de microsonidos perfectamente trabados entre si y que forman dibujos sonoros de una gran belleza; repletos de una extensa gama de detalles. El origen de los sonidos es tanto electroacústico como de grabaciones naturales. El resultado tiene una cadencia y musicalidad cinemática y teatral que le habla directamente a nuestro espíritu. Con pasajes nostálgicos pero también luminosos, los sonidos son puestos en escena para contarnos y transmitirnos algo."



The label says:

Boule à neige: luminescence of joy

I enter this small theater where all is painted in soft pistachio green and I sit down waiting for the curtain to raise. It’s a place where dimensions are minimized but able to amplify any sound produced within them.

The variety of sounds that can be perceived inside are many indeed: you may have the sensation that the backdrop of a shapeless performance is being built in that very moment, exactly as it could happen with the space enclosed within everyone of us; it almost looks like there is a petite ensemble which is testing my receptive capability through a series of melodious and minimal sound full signals: a kind of prelude to what should be a “tale of silence” lining over a landscape created to play, a play-work built with the consistence of a stone and the lightness of the water. I look around and perceive the disclosing of the space that surrounds us : for me and for the wholeness of a universe that I sense as existing behind that curtain that suddenly and slowly begins to raise, revealing little by little a scenery of endless deepness.
I’m swapped away, wind up, overwhelmed, ravished in a context that flings me into the slow whirl of the symphony as the force of thousand winds , a dimensions in which the roaring of the soul finally finds the strength to express and explode in a cosmic ecstasy : joy, luminous and pure as the snow.

Mirco Salvadori