September 23, 2022 - 100% Electronica
Darklife from death’s dynamic shroud is overwhelming. This project demands your absolute attention, and yet you can’t look at it directly, or it will melt your synapses together into a mass of burnt receptors.
It can be terrifying out there. In the world. Where technology that was supposed to fix problems and enrich life has been circumvented. Turned around and used to further isolate, further entrench.
It can be terrifying here, too. In the project. Digital decay runs rampant through rough samples and distorted collage, burning white like magnesium against the darkness of an endless void. The music flashes with oppression, locking our auditory gaze and refusing to let go.
But it is also a source of comfort. Moments of quiet pseudo-nostalgia ripple throughout like a warm chocolate fudge. The contrast that is constantly built and dissolved and built again is sacred. It is the shroud that holds our attention. Bringing our consciousness close to that which it needs but does not want, letting it get a taste but not fall in. An anti-vitamin supplement. We keep coming back not because of its bitterness, but because of how sweet everything feels after.🍍