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Mohnomishe

Mohnomishe: "the aesthetics of non-existence" How to talk about music in relation to something that is not music?

Music is a language, language is a prison, language is deception, mediocre distortion.

The destruction of language must happen definitively, there cannot be destruction intended for reconstruction.

If language-music is the cell to be devastated in order to escape stagnant and lethargic states of consciousness, it will be up to a non-sound to destroy, desertify everything. The eight parts of this philosophical treatise called Mohnomishe will never have a name, will never be handcuffed, they will desertify infinitely, empty, null, perfect.

Without any consciousness, it is possible to not exist, therefore to act, eradicating every slimy crushing mechanism, layers upon layers of sound on sound to nullify it, a music that devours itself, a continuous self-consumption cannibalizing piece by piece, the echo of a sound in continuous disintegration, it corrodes, the continual macilent and emaciated pulsing initiates overwhelming and bare altered visions, suffocated music, like the lines of wooden flute overwhelmed and tainted by acidic and scabrous resonances of the second part, or by the terrifying proto-techno jolts of the fifth and sixth parts.

Eight chapters imbued with carnality and blood, eight parts that give the illusion of immobility while moving in a hundred opposite directions, nothing is recognizable anymore, within these shapeless sonic agglomerates echo ancestral and primitive echoes, trembling mnemonic tears operating outside of consciousness, the language-music has been annihilated since the first seconds of the first track, one can enjoy from the very beginning the mighty view of that imposing desert beaten by a fiery wind.