When The Hands Meet The Air is a magnificent explorative album that Antonio Lepore signs this year. Review.
WHEN THE HANDS MEET THE AIR – ANTONIO LEPORE
Recorded during the lockdown, this second solo record by Antonio Lepore is taking the highly specific colours London displayed at the time. The light coming from the chords and his vocals is warm, tender, and seems pure. Eagles Away opens like a rebirth where the need for great open spaces is, at last, reachable. If this song is a morning, Battlefields at Midnight is all occurring, as its title says, in the heart of the night. It isn’t the silence that we observe, it’s the silence that sees us in the gaps between each note. The feeling is unreal.
Water Lily also has something naturally dreamy. And for I’m Leaving Maida Vale, it’s a bowl of fresh air, an invitation to return to the outside world that we missed dearly. With a voice always balanced, Antonio Lepore seems able to translate this painting we’ve all been in with a very clear and accurate prism. The track When The Hands Meet The Air has something anxious in its intro that sweeps us away. Fast, the insecurity we feel boils and changes into absolute confidence. A strange one that’s only more brilliant because of its ambiguity.
Some tracks get some electronic-inspired touches like Satellite, Dynamite, yet always keep a soft pop-rock base. Finishing with Nomads, Borders of A Kingdom and Clouds, Earth, Coulds, Earth is a perfect way to come back around to that beginning where the city wears its peaceful golden colours. The difference? Human life is back in it. Magic.