Paysage d'Hiver
Die Festung

The same artwork of this demo is the most suitable image to describe it. "Die Festung" ("The Fortress"), once listened to, remains little more than an auditory hallucination, an acoustic mirage.

Dark ambient belongs to another dimension perhaps paradoxically less unsettling: Lustmord and company build materially claustrophobic prisons, tangible anxieties and fears; Paysage d'Hiver paints, in hazy colors, Piranesian prisons of ice and crystal. What emerges is the disturbing sense of
infinite and alienating freedom: ethereal synths repeated until reaching a candid delirious density, electronic delays and intensely, blindingly radiant white-grey hues. The listening gets lost in elementary compositions layered on multiple, saturated and redundant levels, amalgamated by vague reverberated voices and distorted. They are shattered and scattered melodies that emerge from a musical expressiveness pushed to the point of imploding into sharp and indefinite sounds.

"Die Festung" is a sinister fairy tale or a charming dream of a dull and enchanting winter, it is a confused vision that paralyzes the imagination in limitless yet fragilely unreal majesty. Just like a grotesque dream journey, it leaves a sense of impotence, fear, emptiness.