- 1you wish so much you didn't make that mistake it could bend the past-present-future continuum but at the end you just can't remember what happened and eventually your brain melts, your body ignites and you disappear
- 2this is pretty much how you imagine ancient humans may have felt when discovering underground lava rivers, blood beating in their inner ear, everything shines and goes golden till it turns instantly into ashes
- 3 edit navigation bar you think birds aren't flying anymore but actually we're just dead birds in our Hearts
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PL1
PLÉÏÀDES is a project born from a desire of playing full-of-energy reminiscent drone-ambient, combining deep harsh & loud noise with recurring snippets of melodies, to see how far you can create an intimate yet tragic & violent environment.
These long tracks you can listen altogether stand thus as an attempt to share a willing-to-be-lost state of mind as well as the feeling of being trapped in a flux of memories you can't remember if they're yours or fictional, and you then embody the weight of the whole human consciousness but you can only desire to erase everything from your brain.
Please play loud to feel the violence of erasing things & the pain of struggling memories. Recorded live, it relies on the ability of involving the listener into an intersubjective experiment.
released April 24, 2019
digital & tape limited-to-1-copy
recorded by BP, CA & DL at Chomistan, Aug. 24th & Sept. 22nd 2018
produced and mixed by DL at Chomistan, Sept.-Oct. 2018
cover by xptzhekzhzl, original photograph by Claude
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PL1 – Tape limited-to-1-copy
Home-dubbed tape housed in leather-bound book.
« What is the point of taking part in a legacy culture when you can feel at times the desire to erase the world we domination-driven humans doomed for centuries? What sense does it make?
There seems to be no definitive and accountable answer, only attempts to engage into making what we inherit into art — even if it requires to tear off beauty out of this world with the passion that lives in our hearts; to erase a part of what’s supposed to stand for embodied lawful culture. Is it truth that we feel approaching when violence makes us act out of habit and convenience? Is violence pointing at our inner self or at common culture when we excruciate a kilogram of knowledge? »
PL1
PLÉÏÀDES is a project born from a desire of playing full-of-energy reminiscent drone-ambient, combining deep harsh & loud noise with recurring snippets of melodies, to see how far you can create an intimate yet tragic & violent environment.
These long tracks you can listen altogether stand thus as an attempt to share a willing-to-be-lost state of mind as well as the feeling of being trapped in a flux of memories you can't remember if they're yours or fictional, and you then embody the weight of the whole human consciousness but you can only desire to erase everything from your brain.
Please play loud to feel the violence of erasing things & the pain of struggling memories. Recorded live, it relies on the ability of involving the listener into an intersubjective experiment.
released April 24, 2019
digital & tape limited-to-1-copy
recorded by BP, CA & DL at Chomistan, Aug. 24th & Sept. 22nd 2018
produced and mixed by DL at Chomistan, Sept.-Oct. 2018
cover by xptzhekzhzl, original photograph by Claude
—
PL1 – Tape limited-to-1-copy
Home-dubbed tape housed in leather-bound book.
« What is the point of taking part in a legacy culture when you can feel at times the desire to erase the world we domination-driven humans doomed for centuries? What sense does it make?
There seems to be no definitive and accountable answer, only attempts to engage into making what we inherit into art — even if it requires to tear off beauty out of this world with the passion that lives in our hearts; to erase a part of what’s supposed to stand for embodied lawful culture. Is it truth that we feel approaching when violence makes us act out of habit and convenience? Is violence pointing at our inner self or at common culture when we excruciate a kilogram of knowledge? »
