Revealing complex interplay, embryonic sensorial analysis and epidermal toxic particles under CPU demands, Hypercube sonic display extends to systemic insensitivity, parametric establishment and modular telepathy over side effects of intercourse adaptation and cosmic lobotomy rituals.
A sandbox where random ideas and experiments merged into incomplete forms while searching for sounds and compositions, which sometimes became source material for new tracks.
“Miszka” is a cassette tape LP, firstly produced by Nicolas Lafay and released on the 3rd of March, 2016. It is now once again released in digital version on Electron Emitter Label.
Regained, recuperated anger and blasts combined with illogical analytic attacks, resulting in a powerful complex forge of rhythmic structures which are hard to stand and fathom, coupled with the angry synthesis of orchestral and electronic surges of extreme insanity and sadness put at the precision of a scalpel.
The core of this album was an experiment – an analog connection of sound and image. By sending a sound signal to a screen in such a way as if it were visual information the screens started to show imagery and by testing four different approaches towards using sound and testing how they look in this particular connection /inter was formed.
Genetic Transplant can be described as an inner journey into osmotic abstract ambient defining the space over post-humanity evaporated circuits and multi dimensional genetic modified patterns, a way to explore unpredictable forms and intramural visions in relation to life and extinct systems. The resulting music does at times resemble anxious rhythms and complex configurations of tranquillized expressions.
Autism enters a cold, self-satisfactory state of no response to any attempt to contact, trying to believe there is no possibility for communication.
“It is something one can also feel when one thinks that even if there were nothing, the fact that “there is” is undeniable.”
One minute at a mirror changes everything – suddenly all things that were piling up for years collapse into a destructive and painful fury against yourself, killing all emotions and resentments. The defying of reality, absolute corruption of worldview and a triumph of sneaky narcissist inside against a wish to hide in the corner and cry.
Continuing the path of Indefinable, Blur enters a lot cooler, a lot more chaotic and a lot more dramatic environment. A Blur of suppressed and constrained emotions lost in maniacal pursuit of productivity and efficiency, constantly reminding about its existence and getting in the way to the goal. Rain of thoughts and ideas leading to the way of an incorrect decision, leaving us in absolute suspension not knowing what will happen next.
The first album by Number Eleven, starting a human existence in his own controlled environment, which is influenced by the outer world. A lonely travel to an indefinable destination followed by a huge downfall and an escape to an unknown obscurity, constantly questioning why did the peaceful and comfortable void suddenly filled with sadness and despair, where you couldn’t feel happy.
