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Do you ever feel frustrated, stuck in a rut? 
Repetition is funny that way. It has the potential to be the source of great serenity or great despair. 
Their latest release sees Text Chunk and Sven K transmuting their visions of repetition into seamless sonic blends of Breaks, Jungle and Footwork. 
Like it's namesake, Ouroboros' perpetual motion embodies life's cyclical nature of creation and destruction in equal measures. Tension is built up to be released, structures erected to be torn down. 
Along the way, they explore the tribulations and revel in the beauty of repetition. One beat at a time. 
Don't let life run circles around you, let Text Chunk, Sven K and Hood Joplin help you to pick up the pace and gyrate your hips to the sound of Ouroboros.
Full project incl. a jewelcase CD drops March 31st 2023.
Artwork by Tim Lindacher
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Death is certain, life is not. And both are available at our supermarket. 


With everything that’s happening in the world, one must wonder if there’s breaking free from it all or should they just stop trying to make sense of it. It’s a choice and it isn’t — depending on the circumstances one finds themselves in. What seemed senseless beginning to take form and what had always been solid shatters into pieces: home, family, plans, love, identity, freedom, sex, philosophy, technology, making-it, bank account, self, traumas, patterns, overcoming them, residence, conscience, morals, vodka, values, vulnerability — they have equal chances to serve as safe place or jail, wake or deliverance, life or death — go figure.

In its first release, Patar flips the table — and the cards, and the chips with it. No stake is too high to even mention it. One track and 7 versions of it, as an attempt to transgress from confusion to clarity — or maybe the other way around. Here’s an artistic experiment for you: do not brief, do not declare, do not obey, and do not fight — or do. And see what comes out of it. 

Qurgōn is a pit grave. There are dead horses in it, dead people, dead weapons, and vessels. It stinks and it’s scary. It’s a place where nothing will ever be born, or will it? It requires nothing, silently craving admiration. It only ever serves a collective memory of all the heroes and the blood-thirsty freaks alike. They are one, after all. It only is to be unbothered, looked at in awe and disgust; to be a break out on the smooth surface of the steppe’s ass.  

One artist made a call, seven responded — to dig to the bottom of that pit or touch upon its stony texture.

In order of appearance:

Viner [France, Marseille]
Şüräle [Kazakhstan, Almaty] 
Wulffluw XCIV [Moldova, Chișinău]
yutani [Armenia, Yerevan]
Sha Gen [Tajikistan, Dushanbe]
Aunt Zazá [Spain, Barcelona]
Hayk Karoyi [Armenia, Yerevan]
A.Fruit  [Spain, Barcelona]

Here’s another experiment for you: renounce all styles and genres and go with it. Who cares, anyway? Gloomy and epic, repetitive and bass-y — oh, always bass-y. Percussion-thick, yelling, obnoxious, rich. The sound of dying, finding peace, losing it again, and returning back to the hassle. The all-penetrating sound of a baby’s cry and the last exhale of a fighter knocked out for good. Ferocious sirens needling through the layers and layers of dead horses and weapons, clanking, squelching — resonating. With the horrors and hope. With memories and fantasies. With clinging to what seems to be it — and letting go. 

Nothing is certain anymore, yet everything is clear. 

p.s. The locations are mentioned to help gig providers locate the artists and, maybe, give an idea of their background and current state of mind, but not really and not necessarily.

* Qurgōn [Uzbek], commonly unknown as Kurgan [Turkic] or Курган [Russian]  a circular burial mound constructed over a mass burial site of warriors; originally in use in the Russian Steppes, Caucasus, and Central Asia, but later spreading into eastern, central, and northern Europe in the third millennium b.c.

text by Nastassja Popova
mixing & mastering by A.Fruit
cover by Timur Zima

Qurgōn

Qurgōn LP

Viner - Qurgōn (Aunt Zazá Remix)

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CEM - FORMA
Cat. Nr: DN031
Format: Digital / Transparent LP
Release Date: 28 March, 2025
Buy / stream: dansenoire.ffm.to/cem

CEM has gained international notoriety over the past years for bewitching club and festival audiences alike with his feverish, polymorphic and richly referential DJ sets. For his debut full-length album, FORMA, the Berlin-based Herrensauna founder momentarily departs the dancefl oor, instead contributing a refl ective and at times menacing compositional study on terror and temporal anachronism for our perplexing times. All six pieces were originally commissioned to accompany Portuguese artist Mauro Ventura’s performative installation of the same name, shown fi rst at the Volksbühne in 2022; the work engaged notions of labor and repetition through a multiplicity of gestural and corporeal interventions. Featured prominently on FORMA are the sound of bells—doorbells, meditative bowls, farm cowbells, Shinto bells—a motif CEM distills repeatedly onto the record to presage and work through both the violent specter of order and discipline, as well as the reparative qualities of harmony and retreat.
Opening the album with poignant synths, granulated bell hits, and double bass string drones is “The Calling”, which summons listeners into a rattling and twisting soundscape that dichotomously channels alertness and serenity at once. “Bells Corrupt”, in turn, transforms the comforting chime of bells into an alarming and insistent pattern as it evolves in pitch and form, recalling the anxious fi lm grammar of Italian giallo legends Lucio Fulci and Dario Argento or Czech animator Jan Švankmajer. “An Industrial Satire” is conceived as an homage to experimentalist Limpe Fuchs, known for her Dadaist use of self-made, metallic instruments and strings. The second part of the piece takes a staggering turn with the addition of ghaita—a Northern Moroccan double reed horn with a series of holes—sampled from the Master Musicians of Joujouka’s collaborative 1971 album with Brian Jones and layered alongside CEM’s own percussion work. The horn elements—linked to the ancient fertility rites of Pan—here culminate in a melodic embodiment of panic and celebration. “Statue Garden” is a minimalist organ drone piece interlaced with fi eld recordings accumulated through the musician’s recent travels across East Asia. Its dexterous balance of stillness and depth provides a contemplative interlude amidst the album’s vigour. The album closes on a provocative note with “The Sincerity Test” that features Berlin-based Lithuanian performance artist Gertrūda Gilytė, whose wry spoken-word intervention mirrors the kind of grotesque, deluded ‘positive affirmations’ that abounds on social media, suggesting a relatedness between narcissistic online speak and the rise of reactionary politics.

CEM is no stranger to the ever-threatening past and present of fascism, having been raised in Vienna within a Turkish-Kurdish immigrant household. FORMA thus emerges as a militant sonic offering and, through its razor-sharp interweaving of atmosphere and texture, conjures a fractured, albeit elegiac, space of possibility wherein time is out of joint and the circular motion of history with a capital H is dizzyingly thrown into disarray. As our world rushes forward into the past, casting dissonant spells might turn out to be our last rempart.

Forma is a series of action painting performances founded and directed by Mauro Ventura with movement direction by the choreographer Kiani del Valle

Track 1 mastered by Raphael Valensi
Track 2-6 mastered by Rashad Becker
Artwork by Niels Wehrspann