From the damp cellars of a megalopolis smashed, archives fragments, analog manipulations, dry noises, bold beats.....
Vinyls, K7, DB505,
in multitrack as is it possible.
I realise (once again) that to prepare a album it is not just a questionning about sounds, musics, compositions. It's a try but it seems that's always a trip, you follow a train of thought, by one side, the feeling of a possible driver between you and the rest of the world, where everything can converge toward.....Maybe it's one reason to needing solitude...by the other, the fucking obsession of your general idea (blurred or not).