Imagine, you are standing amidst a post apocalyptic playground. A place for children of a dystopian world, crushed and crumbled, yet the youngins slip through all the hopelessness and slide down dirty slopes, drumming and dancing on the colour-fading skeletons of old arguments until rust sparkles in the purple evening sky. It’s no Japanese anime providing these images but a German musician called Joev. [more] »
This interview was made by themselfs when 3 of the Tekko Musik Produktion just released ther 22 ep under the name TREEOFO. Actually, the four musicians are changing names like their clothes…
Kasimir Bukashowski (KB), Interviewer:: I’ve been listening the whole thing on my way over here…
Fo-Man-Chen (FO), Piano, Vibes, Programming: Congratulations…
Long are the pieces by fragments of an empire, because they have a lot to say. Without words. They break with any expectations to ears petted by radio suitable popmusic. And occasional their music blows ears. [more] »
People who affect, open doors, close them, play with words and hide them – for Eve in a Circle the basic beat in her songs. Isolation, togetherness, which often dosn’t work and hurts. Sometimes sunken in the middle of it, sometimes only the view out of a glass box. They are like diary entries, but don’t get old. [more] »
Steven Deacids project For Solacing Grief has its source in minimalist tone creations made by two guitars. At first glance the works appear rather simply, but a more precisely view discloses manifold dreamworlds. [more] »
A Japanese name, crooked solos, comic set-ups, changing beats, crushed tempos and wrong harmonies sliding into noise.
Mostly everything is different than you think. Or maybe not …
Fick dis noise.
The noise torn voices, words that break down in sound. Harmonies, surrounded by clacking and knocking … the maze of uncertainties traveling apart. Destroying the structures by moving away from each other. And then there are words again. Raptured. In withdrawn, buried deep inside. As the recurring scenes, crossing the sleep. [more] »
Is there a genre? A Genre? Actually, its not that easy to call it as a genre… somethow a mixture of postrock- trash -electronic and melodic instrumental -Music… maybe. [more] »
Its rustling. Dripping. Playing. It makes zzz.
Moving in lines. Sounds are traveling. Hopefully melancholy.
It seems to be always the same persons, which are fighting in mind.
Keeping Silence. A prospecting of Sound? [more] »
Experiments – exponentiell. Maybe some kind of framing our nameless self?
Encircling the boundary, bordering some cases. Touching each other in divergency and separating same minds.
Let us flow together in controversy and paint our affinity in different colours! [more] »