Boards of Canada / Gescom / Jega
Inferno

THE REVIEW

The sound of futures past projected into our present, which the authors call Inferno. 18 concentric circles, welcoming and fulfilling, capable of motivating existence, despite everything.
Because music, like capitalism today, rests on the exhaustion of imagination.
Paraphrasing Mark Fisher, no one truly believes the market is fair, but imagining something different has become a huge, unsolvable effort.
After the end of history (cfr. Thatcher 1979-1990) the Sandison brothers manage to imagine past futures, and after the electronic hangover of the '90s, their melodies resonate, now more than ever, as unique and necessary.

Imagining past futures in the impossibility of imagining new ones.

Those by BoC are anything but consolatory. Listening to each track is a succession of unsettling emotions, and even in the most placid moments, turbulence and omens remain. And this mysterious obsession with the magical represents the very idea of being able to see reality for what it is: patterns that make up everything.

Sounds like labyrinthine maps that deactivate every signifying process; the world no longer generates meanings but correlations to be interpreted.

What do these hexagonal circles, dense with biological, religious, existential patterns and able to grow listen after listen through a sound that is the summa of their career, tell us?
Perhaps that truth translated into sound is not a question of correspondence between mind and world, but of statistical correlation—and machines knew it before we did, or rather: they were already all this before we could ever know. Everything. In a future past.