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artist: Violet/Clon |
Quite an interesting work on dullness, as meticulous as
uninhabited, as if its own emptiness was the result of a disappearing trace.
a record that is a repetition of vestiges leading nowhere than its own saturation.
Starting with a dense sea of rough greys it subtly gives birth to a mechanical
hiss, which slowly emerges and solidifies over the initial nebular dispersion.
the ambience, starting serene, is now haunting, greater in its intimacy, in
its despair. musically ranging from nothingness to screams, it is sufficiently
varied to keep us interested in its flow.
The initial ghostly enchantments, a floating powder of dark ambient, suddenly
condensates into a more spaced-out spiritual approach. immersing on a dimension
that becomes more powerful as the record develops, levitating on a cosmos
of abandoned spaces and ritual invocations, like an acid-fried raison d´être.
It ends with a complex piece, harsh and disruptive, showing no answers, only
pain.
