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Compilation of tracks from out-of-print vinyls and CD-R’s released in early 2000’s (“Flow of Life”, “Far Away from Paradise”, “State Protection”, “Motorcircle”, “Common Games”, etc.) plus some rare and unreleased stuff. Limited to 500 copies in digipak with booklet.
We live in the kingdom of noise, information overflow, misinformation & disorientation. Ever rushing, we grasp disconnected words, unfinished thoughts, repeated ideas. We consume relationships, sandwiches, art. We want freedom but don’t know how to be free.We close up in the world of definition, scheme, calculation and manipulation. Post-modernism, post-punk, post-communism, great post. Overload’s overload, tiredness of being tired. Has everything been done before? … Alles.
New Wave / Synthpop / Dark Electronics from Brussels, Belgium. Echoing drums in the distance, vaporous winds bearing the Old Voices, here to guide us through the coldness of the city, towards the ancestral light.
Young 25 years old producer who started producing music in the south of France, he began his career at 21 after understanding that analog machines allowed him to create sounds differently than a contact between two physical objects, which is the case with traditional instruments. Quickly, Alek bought his first synthesizers and spent days and nights to work on, absorbed by the vibrations of his electronic machines, until extracting the spirit of his own music. Exorcist of his own young asocial devils, and a no doubt vision of an iron and chaotic future, Alek Drive’s music fascinate by a powerful strike force and surgical precision. After a first EP (“Master Of Road” on Police Records and “Endless” with Edgework), the young French producer decided to merge technique and concept, giving a deepest meaning to his creations. He then left the country for a road trip on the other side of the world, initiatory travel from Nullarbord desert gates to the west coast of the large Australian continent.
Dark rhythms, overdriven basses and binaural leads melted together: what comes out is an organic mixture ranging from electronic elements to industrial sounds combined with a mechanical techno approach, a running engine. Iron Court is led by devotion in synthesizers: a continuous study of the instruments, the haunt for new timbral drifts and a computer drives everything in its place. Siderurgical beats and working class melodies rise from the bunker and merge to build a blend of harshness and smoothness, a no-compromises trademark addressed to the gloomiest dancefloors. Ears encaged, feelings annihilated. Few lights here, this music is colder than you think. |
