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Rating: Producer/director Ian McFarland of La Killswitch Productions.
"It's absolutely exceptional to work with a band that allows the music and image to speak for themselves and doesn't insist on making themselves the focal point of the video".
1. Perpetual Black Second (Tokyo) Nothing
2. Pravus (Tokyo)ObZen
3. Bleed (New York City) ObZen
4. New Millennium Cyanide Christ (Montreal) Chaosphere
5. Stengah (Montreal) Nothing
6. The Mouth Licking What You’ve Bled (Montreal) Chaosphere
7. Electric Red (Tokyo) ObZen
8. Rational Gaze (Tokyo) Nothing
9. Lethargica (Toronto) ObZen
10. Combustion (Toronto) ObZen
11. Humiliative (Montreal) None
12. Straws Pulled at Random (Toronto) Nothing
“In space no one can hear you unless you scream”
May the numbers in their apparent simplicity, as abstract as they are necessary, educate those premises of the evolution of matter, granting it that irrepressible need for transformation in the observable universe and beyond, in that subtle bond that unites us with that infinite, yet eludes us for lack of discernment and necessary vision.
Identical would be those parallels that, to the numeric and biological life, encompass the infinite composite combinations of notes that outline visions and sensations through the innovative use of structured atonal polyrhythms.
12 Tracks, from Montreal to Toronto touching New York City to the capital of the Land of the Rising Sun, as if they advance inexorably playing on the notes of a combinatory logic, both alienated and lucid, paranoid and antiseptic, as accomplices of a Fibonacci logic wanting to climb up ancient Carbon and Oxygen chemical structures, …from Nothing to ObZen, as if to evoke the absolute zero (–273.15 °C).
As if to invoke the cold void, the nothingness…the silence.
The renunciation of man's centrality, the renunciation of any intention.
Everything evolves on mathematical arcana, in a game where the screams of moments are able to find those initiatory rationalities, necessary sensations at the thresholds of the 'I'; but the desire, the desecrating and despotic combinatory urge to which one falls victim, its authorial function, exercise their devastations beyond the boundaries of language, from the cryptic and Masonic follies of Mozart to John Cage up to the algorithmic music of P. Barbaud.
A DVD Alive, for those who can survive the spatial inertia of the unconscious where one is shot out from those human infernos flooded by thousands of strobe lights.
It is concluded that the work of Fredrik Thordendal & Co., is a “engineering” work at times philosophical and never aleatory, its importance lies in the ideas, not in their musical result; discerning their careful crafting into an avant-garde concept in its entirety, compactly across all its compartments and sections, while it seems nothing is left to chance.
Not a musical product, but a criterion, a process, a system, whose production method is the object halfway between artwork and structure, based on a modal mathematical and scalar system on notes and in all its segments.
The harmonic structures evolve, advance compactly in a wall as impenetrable as it is languid, in a fluid space-time continuum until it slows down, until it halts completely, where you are completely enveloped.
A Live worth listening to, for a band that over all these years has explored the recesses of the human psyche and experimentation to reach it.
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