No genre is absolute any more. Was 2015 the year where genres definitively died, 2016 is the year in which even overarching categories of music such as ‘club’, ‘dance’, ‘bass’, ‘avant-garde’ or ‘band music’ are gradually becoming meaningless. Even the rusty bastion of classical music is no longer able to isolate itself from the creative promiscuity of the forward-looking underground. We’ve seen this in the avant-garde club movement but there is more out there. Like ßęđŧīmĕ Šŧōŗĩėş, who not just uses or ‘seasons’ classical music, but actually IS classical music in its own right.
The remarkably unique music project is the new creation of the Paris-based musical misfit prodigy whom we supported before under his previous moniker Shinji. Where Shinji was energetic experimental dance and bass music for gothic minded clubbers, ßęđŧīmĕ Šŧōŗĩėş is most accurately described as lullabies for young adults with wounded souls. This sounds as dark as it is tender, emotional and strangely comforting.
The heartbreaking emotional soundscapes, built up from cinematic orchestral strings, introspective French romantic piano music, occasional drums, ethereal sound effects and noise, are, above everything else, impressively honest. Confrontational instead of escapist, but confrontational in a deeply compassionate way. ßęđŧīmĕ Šŧōŗĩėş doesn’t present the world as any better than it is, but beholds it in silence, standing powerless on the shore of an ocean of horrific magnificence. This intense, desolate intimacy pierces through into our deepest fear of cosmic insignificance, and that makes this music so cathartic and universal.
But just as unique as the sound is the way sound art is combined with vocals from the producer himself, singing in quasi-classical style, often using falsetto. His voice sounds ethereal and eerily angelic, like the wandering ghost of a dead church choir boy singing mournful, lyricless laments.
‘Āłmįģħŧŷ Đęįŧįęŝ Kįŝŝįŋģ’ was released a month ago as a single track, accompanied by poem about the inevitable perishableness of sparks of joy.
Quand les anges s’évanouissent
Que les enfers se réjouissent
Les dieux dans l’amour s’épanouissent
Et de leurs baisers des lumières jaillissent
Et soudain en un instant s’évanouissent
Les fastes d’un bonheur, d’un délice
Lorsque s’enfuit l’infini
When angels vanish
And the hells rejoice
Gods, in love, bloom
And from their kisses lights do spring
And suddenly vanish, in an instant
The splendors of a joyful flare, of a delight
When infinity flees
After a couple of reviews and blogposts, ‘Āłmįģħŧŷ Đęįŧįęŝ Kįŝŝįŋģ’ became ßęđŧīmĕ Šŧōŗĩėş‘ best listened track so far. This spontaneously resulted in a remix EP, with six remixes from various producers, especially from the witch house scene, where the producer is most involved. Where the original leans very much to the classical side, economical with drums and synths, the remixers bring in heavier and more rhythmic sounds. Most standing out are the subtle cinematic noise remix by witch-horror-noise experimentalist W H I † E, SEMICOLOŊ‘s two deliciously percussive psychedelic chill remixes and the avant-garde club flavoured “witch-grime” vibes from M-UGGR333.
- ßęđŧīmĕ Šŧōŗĩėş – Āłmįģħŧŷ Đęįŧįęŝ Kįŝŝįŋģ (W H I † E remix)
- ßęđŧīmĕ Šŧōŗĩėş – Āłmįģħŧŷ Đęįŧįęŝ Kįŝŝįŋģ (BL▲K.:P▲N3L:.SKR↑P† remix)
- ßęđŧīmĕ Šŧōŗĩėş – Āłmįģħŧŷ Đęįŧįęŝ Kįŝŝįŋģ (SEMICOLOŊ remix 1)
- ßęđŧīmĕ Šŧōŗĩėş – Āłmįģħŧŷ Đęįŧįęŝ Kįŝŝįŋģ (Original mix)
- ßęđŧīmĕ Šŧōŗĩėş – Āłmįģħŧŷ Đęįŧįęŝ Kįŝŝįŋģ (ΛΛ4Я4ZΛΛ remix)
- ßęđŧīmĕ Šŧōŗĩėş – Āłmįģħŧŷ Đęįŧįęŝ Kįŝŝįŋģ (SEMICOLOŊ remix 2)
- ßęđŧīmĕ Šŧōŗĩėş – Āłmįģħŧŷ Đęįŧįęŝ Kįŝŝįŋģ (M-UGGR333 remix)
- ßęđŧīmĕ Šŧōŗĩėş – Āłmįģħŧŷ Đęįŧįęŝ Kįŝŝįŋģ (Live mix)
- ßęđŧīmĕ Šŧōŗĩėş – Āłmįģħŧŷ Đęįŧįęŝ Kįŝŝįŋģ (Achromatic Residue remix)
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