Kris Van Dessel

Only a few short pulses are audible at first. Rhythmic. Pushed to the limit. A few seconds later a heavy bass hits. Then a laboriously synthesized sound in overdrive. A degenerated repetitive false tonal pattern that lasts almost the entire song. An analog organ. Sharp drums. A deep voice, also false, sings in a minor key and declaims a heavy lyric. As rituals that showed up the door for our wanderings. Open then shut, then slammed in our face. 6 minutes and 14 seconds sound like decades. Lost forever.