CHRISTOPHER „wer Next Projekt”

CHRISTOPHER „wer Next Projekt” - okładka


Beauty and ugliness in one. Chaos and bounding it. Delicacy and violence. Music and noise. Arabian vocals and metal guitars. Electronic beat and gothic spleen. Dead Can Dance meet Laibach, which sit on the black of Depeche Mode holding Therion’s hand and underneath Vangelis is lying. All in one. You can hear a soundtrack to a movie which takes you for a long ride you are never supposed to come back. Tempts the feelings. Makes you feel the citizen of the world and hear the music of every nation. Beauty of the voice gets to you through the curtain of electronic mirages. You don’t know what to believe in any more. Genius or cheater? If he’s a genius, he’s well hidden from the world of mass media. If he’s a cheater, it’s great you didn’t get to know him before. You create the music with him, when it reaches your head, it makes use of your experience to change into something unusual. You are being attracted by the melancholy of a mad bull. Drunk with red wine you lie on the floor staring into the ceiling and the sounds spin around you saying they won’t go away. Oriental structures and Gregorian chant. Movie landscapes and aggressive beating the drums. The deeper you go into the musical space, the more addicted you become. At the same time you let all go for you know you won’t find any like this. This one is one of a kind. Soldiers marching through the rebellious town and dreaming in the middle of the field. Rain and drain. Length of the thunder strike and sands of the Yemeni desert. A woman in red silk. Beautiful voice. She’s being kidnapped by a Turkish salesman to sell her to the lions. The machine goes on and on spitting out the things. A woman, entrapped, sings. Her voice flies over the monotonous machine. You fly with her to get to your destiny. Genius or cheater? Art or plastic?

note: 5/5

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