The songs that do not just play in your ears, but that sink in you, Colours of Time by Shyfrin Alliance is one of them. The central figure of the group is the man by the name Eduard Shyfrin, who, in fact, may seem like a world apart when it comes to music, but his career as a mathematician, a physicist, and a philosopher somehow all the knowledge, all the thinking, all of it all, shifts into this song. It is rock, all right, but it is alive, throbbing on rough emotion and the honesty of living, on the good and bad, that can only be found in living.
The voice of Shyfrin is like a blanket of warm warmness. His baritone narrates, love, loss, regrets perhaps, and it is so homely you start to lean forward a little, anxious to hear his next word. Nothing is dramatic or overdramatic. It is personal, as though you are listening to the recollections of a person as they pass quietly in a room in your presence. It is dreamy, nostalgic, a kind of longing, hope, and it drags you in, nearly unknowningly.
The music in itself is a silent wonder. The guitar is encouraging you like a comforting friend, just at home, with the organ swells rolling in like a wave of nostalgia that you had not known you were carrying. The rhythm brings it down, it is all steady and calm, with each note breathing. It is friendly, personal, it is not a studio trick, there is a feeling that it was recorded with heart, such as the sort of music that sounds ideal on vinyl in an empty room.
And the words... they are like little poems you might write in a notebook, and struggle against time and memory and what you are made of. They do not preach, they do not ask. Instead, they simply sit there, making you think, reminisce, experience. It is the type of subtle power that there is in Pink Floyd or Peter Gabriel - considerate, heartfelt, human.
Colours of Time is not a song. It's a feeling. It's that type of song that sticks in your chest even after it is through and you just take time to stop and breathe and reflect on all the stuff you have carried with you and all the stuff you are still carrying with you. It is something to remain with, something persistently, naggingly, and it rediscovers to you why music is worth anything at all.
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