The best way to experience Bernardino Femminielli’s faux-romantic slathering of music is with a jar of olives, as much red wine as possible, adorning a robe, and popping the artist’s tapes in dat deck for HOURS. That’s right, there’s an infinity here that beckons a larger span of time to completely absorb whether Bernardino Femminielli is purely evil or hopelessly in love or constantly failing as human (but skyrocketing as artist). Shit: or all three combine. Thus, L’Enfer Et Ses Fils (Google translated it as Hell and his son) — the musicians newest Mind Records cassette — dives into noise and beat and breath. Actually, a lot of the electronics on this sound completely based and [mentally] blown-out, but in a conscious way that makes outsider music like Bernardino Femminielli so intriguing. Like, (for me) half the entertainment in L’Enfer Et Ses Fils is me just thinking “What makes him think like this? What is he saying? Doesn’t matter, I understand French better than any song lyrics.” But the mystery and mindset is worth the adventure.
Mind Records has been selling out quick, so snatch up L’Enfer Et Ses Fils or pre-order at Boomkat for the beautiful mental burden of Bernardino Femminielli. It’s streaming below too so y’all can die on the digital:
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