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A new offering from Unur. Based primarily on isolation and eradication. Four songs. One new, industrial-tinged serving of synth punk. An oddly cryptic cover/reinterpretation. A more improvised all synth version of “Meanwhile…”. And finally, an instrumental edit of a live recording on an EMS Synthi and modern modular synth.
New EP of Christina’s patented dark, noisy, catchy minimal synth. Paris’ finest delivers yet again. Split release with Spielzeug Muzak. Limited edition of 100 cassettes.
Doric is the alternate persona of the multitalented Stathis Leontiadis, mostly known as the one half of the Greek purists, Human Puppets. He is, without a doubt, one of the first Greek independant musicians in ’00s, that treasured new wave synth music, using only hardware. Exactly as his ancestors. Being involved in various avant garde/new wave music projects since 1996, intrigued by the all analogue mentality of the late ’70s – early ’80s music field, he passionatelly commited to vintage synths and machines, creating a very distinctive and specific style and considered by many as “specialist”. His releases on Fabrika Records (a self-titled 7”, followed by “Over Mentality”LP, 2013) gained excellent reviews and described as minimal electro perfectionism. This time, on this mini LP, Doric builts on his analogue rhythm box (the famous KR-55) a short story about alienation in six parts. All related and connected, these six songs describe a day of a daydreamer, forced to cope with routine and the vile, impersonal stage of socializing. This new age of “impersonalization” connecting with others but never quite communicating our wishes and wills, sums up to the title ”So Far, So Near”, a vast misinterprantion of other people’s motives, as we are trapped inside our own havens; ourselves. This small personal nightmare, is synthesised with multilayered agility, using a MOOG ROGUE, a SEQUENTIAL CIRCUITS PRO ONE and the MACBETH MICROMAC-D. All this obsessive use of analogue equipment has only one purpose: delivering an accurate, minimal but not simple description of Life as a concrete, empty, business transaction, full of unique circuits and paths, noone sees. Overall, this mini LP refers to temper/personality, as an inevitable hideaway of oneself, but yet impossible to maintain, as long as we are bound to norms that regulate superficial relationships. We are far but yet, so near.
Here’s the first album from Synths Versus Me, a band of Minimal Synth / EBM / Cold Wave from Lloret de Mar, Catalonia (Spain). Following this digital release, a limited edition of 100 copies on 180 gr. vinyl is announced for late September 2015.
At last mankind was joined under one standard. The United World Alliance had established itself as the ultimate authority on the planet. No more borders. No more wars. We learned to worship the satellite weapons orbiting over our heads. Our angels in the sky. Keepers of the peace. Until the resource crisis came. There were simply too many of us for the planet to sustain anylonger. The outbreaks started without warning and death washed over the earth like a biblical plague, leaving billions of corpses in its wake. The great plague had been engineered by our benevolent leaders… none other than the UWA. Enraged, the population of the world united and we rose against them, determined to wrench the cure from their bloodied hands. Determined to make them pay for their callous omnicide. But we didn’t stand a chance. We had forgotten how to make war. They unleashed their automatons against us and we were slaughtered like cattle. The remaining world was nothing but pain, slavery, and death. We abandoned hope, we had no future. But a prototype slept deep in the wastes that could destroy the UWA. Something they feared so much they tried to wipe it from existence and memory. S.C.O.M. went online and from the scorched expanse came a horde of flesh and steel that laid waste to the drones. The next stage in human evolution had risen from its sleep… man and his technology… weaponized… one. The Cyborg was born. Does this new force of destruction come to liberate us? Or bring us doom? In the burning skies the trumpets of the final judgement sound, and the music they play is Music For Cyborgs. |
