Haunted mutterings bouncing in the void. Some sounds that could be words are melting into weird scratches, imperceptible whistling and unidentifiable noises. Two astronauts trapped for too long in weightlessness. Post traumatic nightmarish delirium of nothingness. Childhood monsters lurking in a space where sound have another speed. Jerking lexical sonorities becoming vague images instantly vaporized into subtle, naive layers of amplified objects and old electronic minimalist beats. Everything crawls and distorts and entangles and mutates. When the stuttering murmurs and the heavy improvised rap of multi-facet artist Augustin Rebetez meet the analogical machines of Adil Coralic it generates unknown, unnamed multiverse hijacking our reality. We find ourselves in the hazy limbos before falling asleep, when thoughts are getting slowly swallowed by the dark infinity of subcounsciousness. We become the weird animals Augustin paints or builds somewhere else. We become prehistoric reptiles jumping softly in a space station.
Insolent rib cage rap / Art brut is brut music / Sorrow exteriorizers