Otium

A pallid hand parts the curtain and leaves the listener struggling with five neuroses of the purest kind. Reclusive and free, introverted and extravagant, dehumanized and deeply empathetic, playing to the sound of schizophrenic music, the five shadows sequester the witnesses in their musical delirium, in which they seem to be entangled. The heady spiked-wadded-whip, cold as death, switches ceaselessly from an atypical metal sound to glaucous atmospheres skimming on dub, electronic music... The rest is from another time, from another eternity. Mel-P's road leads far away, searching for the strangest sound, an incongruous rhythm, for truly organic journeys. 