Back in the dim wooden floored room. Smoky amber light. Heavy red drapes cover the walls. The old mirror that's reflected your thousand faces throughout the years, captures your image once again, sitting on the sofa. The deep sound of the bass crawls slowly on the floor, passes between your feet. The soft notes of the guitar and vocals floating on top of it, like black velvet butterflies. Like Absinthe.
Federico Aubele’s music takes you to that room. And you don't want to leave. You want to dive into that narcotic sway and remain there. Aubele works alone, like a fisherman waiting for the tide, painstakingly, making sure every sound marries the other elements on the track.
"I like working like a painter, by myself, in my atelier. Or like a writer. Technology now a days allows you to be the producer, writer and engineer" says Aubele "It's an intimate process for me, and I need to respect that intimacy. I can't work if I have people around, talking. For a lot of people, making music is a social experience, and that's fine, but it doesn't work like that for me. The social part for me comes afterwards, when I'm on stage performing with my band, in front of a crowd".
Aubele's haunting signature sound, with it nylon string guitar and dark atmospheric vocals give space this time also to several cinematic tripped out tango infused instrumentals. "I always loved instrumental music. From Pink Floyd's Atom Heart Mother, to Piazzolla's album Pulsacion, to Baden Powell's Afro Sambas to Boards of Canada. It grabs you in a different way than if you have vocals. When there's no lyrics, a barrier lifts up and the music connects direct with other areas of your subconscious, often with emotions that are hard to put in words."