Aude Vaisselle- 15​:​2​:​80

Smells like dirt and lungs rotted by smoke and paint. A modern sorcerer who tells of a modern melancholy: We drive at full speed into a concrete wall and we don’t believe in anything. Except maybe in a nihilistic Lord.
All sound reaches us like a reverberating cathedral; cold, dark and gloomy. You don’t hear everything, you don’t smell anything, you just stagger through the fucking alleys of a city which sucks, where all kinds of knife and blade fights are common. You find a contemporary knight, a handsome legionnaire boosted by drugs whose heart is rotting and is about to stop beating at any moment.
Dirty alley, eight-headed dog (because you’re seeing double, but it still has four heads).
Aude Vaisselle unveils a facet of the “Death of the Hippie” with this condensed, incisive and poignant album. A dark and troubled vision, a sensitive and distressful regard about things. Society is sabotaging itself, humankind is its’ own hunter.
Aude Vaisselle outlines a general burdensome mood that smells like danger. Hearing him sing about this ubiquitous uneasiness frees us from a weight, from things we’d never say or think. It opens a valve which sends forth a liberating cry...
AUDE VAISSELLE SOUNDCLOUD : soundcloud.com/audevaisselle
HARPIES RECORDS SOUNDCLOUD : soundcloud.com/harpies-record
TO ALL GORGONS
STAY SUPPLE, STAY TUNED, STAY HARPIES
LOVE
HARPIES RECORDS
Matster by Iliann Arnaudet
Visuel by Louis l’Hostis
Text by aariel136
released February 26, 2021

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