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Fleur. Volshebstvo. (An enchantment)

Fleur. Prikosnoveniye. (A touch)

Fleur. Sijanije. (An aureole)

这是我上两个礼拜一直在听的专辑。不记得下载了多久。emule下面拖着一大溜不知道是什么国家的国旗.介绍资料的网站后缀名是.ua,乌克兰,才发现这些美妙的乐声辗转了半个地球才传到耳边,不禁感叹音速根本上算不了什么啊.

其实很久就知道fleur这个乐者(队?)了.从前在黑暗放逐论坛听说了几个能下载Mtv的外国网站(已遗失),我当时随便下载了两个,其中一个就是fleur,马上就喜欢上了.另一个是x静电的也很喜欢.当时国内根本就没听说过这两个队.现在x静电也慢慢在国内热起来了,而关于fleur的中文资料还是...唉.我目前只看到一个,还是在一个需要注册才能看帖的论坛里面的.所以,我压根就没看过有关fleur的资料,评论.不知道fleur是1个人,还是几个人.

fleur来自Odessa(敖德萨,苏联港市),唱的是俄文,(刚开始我压根就听不出来...拉丁语系我除了英文能听出来外就觉得其他都一样),头两张专辑(尤其是第二张)大量的歌都是由六拍子,配着大量的滑舌音,听着有令人起舞欲望.那些天的晚上,我躺着,六拍子和滑舌音,旋转,旋转,晕眩,晕眩,差点就舍不得睡着了.很特别的浓郁的味道.有点类似西餐厅里有一回我喝过的俄罗斯红茶,有伏特加,草莓酱和红茶的馥郁.更另人惊奇的是,fleur的唱功让四拍子,吉他和鼓平稳伴奏的乐曲都有了旋转的意味,fleur的意思似乎是"花",除了让人仿佛晕眩的香味和灿烂中旋转惊叹之外,我实在是想不出有什么能赞美fleur的神奇."水中的仙子".Irish fairy and Scotch shee(爱尔兰妖精和苏格兰仙子),我唯一看过的两篇来自不同国家的乐评,居然用了相同的比喻.

也许我的东方脑袋和俄罗斯人有些不同,我在那个提供fleur试听的乌克兰网站(www.umka.com.ua)上看到的英文乐评描述的倾听fleur的感觉有所不同,为了避免我望文生义的垃圾翻译,还是让大家看原文吧.其中第二 三段写得充满了英文的诗意.有一篇说世界上若是缺少了flure的声音就会变得残缺..也许夸张了.但是,flure绝对是应该倾听,值得倾听,能够长期倾听的声音,若是看不下下面的英文,那么就把屏幕拉到下面,点击我从umka.com.ua复制下来的试听链接吧.

For me their music immediately resembles Irish fairy and Scotch shee. This is the second album of „Flёur”. I do advise you to listen to it together with the first one. Each of these two is all-sufficient, but it does not hamper them to be a single whole. I hope that the third album, which has been expected for a long time, will make this integrity perfect – as much as it is possible in the world of imperfection. This way or that, practically a month has passed since I dropped listening to these songs every day. Tastes differ, you may say. I will agree, but still will say,...

To my great regret, I still know a little about them. I know only that they are from Odessa, they have already recorded two albums (this one is their first album) and that soon they will release the third one. You see, once, late at night, one of my friends came to see me. He told me that he had just been to a concert in a night club. There he slowly drank cognac, his brain choked with thoughts, his heart broke with tenderness and he sat and listened to the singing of real fairies. I know for sure that a transparent wave covered him, and that club, and that place, and that night which slowly came into its own magic rights. I know that for sure because the same thing happened the next night when I myself came to that club. The same thing happened that night, too – a light touch of Flёur. I felt with the first notes the wind to turns unavoidably into crystal and transperent water with bitter taste of a sea salt. It became so cosy, calmly and clear as it may be at the top of a mountain when suddenly the wind drops. In all our life only two women come to us in such a way – Death and Love. Later everything may turn out to be in a different way, but their first touch is the same, I believe. Clear and cosy, with a bitter taste of sea salt.

Prikosnovenije (“A Touch”), Volshebstvo (“An enchantment”), Sijanije (“An aureole”) – the trilogy is completed. The space of the picture is outlined. Don’t you have the impression that this picture is fully completed? All-sufficientness, submersion into yourself, self-expression – you have the impression that this space exists separately and neither invites anyone nor allows to come in. And at the same time it is so much deep inside, that it is impossible to draw a distinction between it and you. Still, may be this distinction does not exist. Once upon a time there lived a man who wanted find out where the end of the sea is. This music resembles a lake, a closed lamp, which washes away the borders not on the surface, but somewhere deep under the ground. A thin and light cobweb, which travels at the time of the Indian summer – don’t you sometimes want to make off with it? An illusive and transparent face, which you once saw behind a dark ice of a frosty night air in your night dream, flashed by in a moment, but its trace remained forever. Melodies, sounds, colours, which supposedly slowly come up from subconsciousness in order to disappear again in the first morning lights. A dark transparent lamp – and we are on either side of it.

Fragments of the compositions marked with mark are available for listening. How to listen?

Fleur. Volshebstvo. (An enchantment)

1.		Intro
2.		Pustota
3.		Pochti real'no
4.		Formalin
5.		Pechal'nyj kloun
6.		Kogda ty grustish
7.		Ballada o belyh krylyah y alyh lepestkah
8.		Remont
9.		Medal'on
10.		Ya sdelayu eto
11.		Nykogda
12.		Struna
13.		Russkaja ruletka
14.		Legion
15.		Goryzont

Fleur. Prikosnoveniye. (A touch)

1.		Intro
2.		Sinie teni
3.		Na obratnoy storone Luny
4.		Ukol
5.		Eto vse dlja tebja, tancuyuschyj Bog
6.		Pechal'nyj kloun
7.		Karusel'
8.		Na myagkih lapah
9.		Kolybel'naja dlja Solnca
10.		Serdce
11.		Zolotye vody Ganga
12.		Uhodi, Fevral'!
13.		Kak vse uhodit

1.		Intro
2.		Cocoon
3.		Zafiksirovat' vechnost'
4.		Nebo hochet upast'
5.		Sijanije
6.		Bud' moim smyslom
7.		Vzryvnaja volna
8.		Sladost'
9.		Ty ne mozhesh' mne zapretit'
10.		Kto-to
11.		Drug, kotoryj nikogda ne predast
12.		Muzyka strannogo sna
13.		Nad vodopadom
14.		Tajna
15.		Most nad tumannym zalivom