Tel Aviv. Depth. Sad.

Was "Through The Gale" still entangled, fabulously told in magical-fantastical yarn and music presented in a form that is reminiscent of many a concept album from the 70s - musically playful and poetic in the best folk / prog / rock tradition - as was already the successor "Different pulse" - as the title hinted easily - a turn to new sounds, sounds, expressions. Significantly also, that the album without Avidan Winery longtime musical companion, the Mojos, had arisen. The same is true also with the successor "Gold Shadow".

What remains is the poeticalness and emotionality of a singer who probably can not help but like him, not because he wants to, but because he has to. This has depth and is very sad in the first place - a mood that can be traced in Avidan Winery oeuvre to the first documented back compositions. Yes, the melancholy has always been Asaf Avidan Winery most loyal companion. To find an optimistic thoughts on "Gold Shadow" says - fits the album title - identify a sunbeam, but simply a lighter shade of gray among all the shadows. So is "Gold Shadow" once again become a pure poetry album that can move you to tears before - and yet not runterzieht.

Spite safety recommendations for those who such aesthetics and sensibilities feel inclined, at this point one Caveat "gold Shadow" has soundwise with the rousing rousing, unfettered, yes impetuous momentum of early releases Avidan Winery with the Mojos nothing together. The compositions are reduced to the most elementary - is rhythmically as a sluggish shuffle ("Bang Bang") already the ultimate expression of feelings - there is not even in it, slow dance to dance on it. So we savored the best album deeply relaxed and makes sure during - to surround listening with good company - but at least after. Otherwise it may one go at the end as the girl in "Fair Haired Traveller": 'She Took The seat beside me, I inhaled all of her laughter, and she forgot there is a past, while I forgot there is an after [.. .] keep on traveling on, it's just the seat you have is wrong '. Well, sadness is the shadow cast by the love. Avidan is the sun.