Waking up, Staying down, overwhelmed by facts and fate. With cavernous eyes fed on unease, we have a vibrant hunger – to shape the unpredictable, to master the inevitable. And here it is, where they infect and overwhelm us like a virus, they consume us like the plague: EXPECTATIONS.
“Haunting. Stifling. Wired.” Named after a man-made construct to capture or control, Falle have been fuelling anticipation since summer 2018, and stretch from the flourishing Vienna/Graz tape-head scene as a collaboration between Tina Bauer, Markus Gönitzer and Peter Lazarus. United by a firm lo-fi mindset and a joint vein for the grim and murky, they lurk in the substantial negative space between catchy ‘80s-esque Bat Cave and a barren basement wallpapered with primal Units posters, early Holograms & Frustration or the likes. Driven by stubborn drum strokes, their biting synth patterns and bleak bass lines close around blunt, determined chants of introspection. Monotony? Repetition? Insistence! Turns out, we ‘re lured into a compelling body-gripper between grave post-punk dramatics and brittle punk temperament. Take the bait!
