To the stable, the manger, the Child we love!

He rose where the cold breath waited,
Grey dawn biting bone and will.
The world leaned hard against his chest,
Yet still his feet were set to go.

The path was thin as a blade’s edge,
The sky a weight upon his brow.
No oath was spoken, none required—
The moving was the vow.

Run into the wind,
Still moving, still moving.
Push through the gale,
Push through.
He does not break,
He holds the line.
Forward—
Always.

The air struck back like living stone,
A foe with neither face nor name.
Each breath was taken, not bestowed,
Each step a theft from pain.

Fire woke beneath his ribs,
Ash and iron in his lungs.
He bore it as the old ones did—
In silence, on his tongue.

Run into the wind,
Still moving, still moving.
Push through the night,
Push through.
He does not break,
He holds the line.
Forward—
Always.

Against the air he gave his weight,
And in its grip was carried on.
Let it burn, the weak and small,
Let only motion remain.

Run…
Against the air…
Carry him…
Let it burn…

Run into the wind,
Still moving, still moving.
Push through the end,
Push through.
He does not break,
He holds the line.
Forward—
Always.

Run.
Run.
Again.

Into the Wind

True Faith

River of no return

Alouette

A la lumière

Demokratur

Transitional Object

My Dark

One Nite One Trak

Modular 76

Ferme mes yeux (feat. Dana Kern)

Les mains jointes

Hydrolock is a 2014 compilation of great independent electronic french artists... I made one song on this LP...

Random Prayers

Eve d'Orso and Axel Noon are the overclocked components of a system which they denounce. Sleepless, Eve writes at night. She composes her first song at the age of 10, a poem of two pages on what she thinks about mankind, and sings the weekend in the Sion's Cathedral (Switzerland). For her, music is a means of expression and especially, evasion. A major analgesic. After a personal and professional enlivened course, she chooses to put an end to her career of Psychologist.
 
For Axel, music is in his blood. With his brother Paul, musician well known in their native Canada, a brother who killed himself and by whom he will try to look like. At first guitarist, bass player, drummer, he likes later electro-pop programming. Influenced by punk music, the blues, and rock garage, according to its meetings or to his sobriety, in the 90's, he meets Topper Headon (ex. The Clash) to whom he dedicates an almost mystic admiration. In spite of a praise from the critics for his first group "The Ultimate Triangle" in Canada, and a mitigated success with "Astroboys" in London, personal and domestic problems are going to catch him up, that will put him out of circuit for many years. During this time of convalescence, he reads a lot, educates himself on geopolitic, history, discovers famous thinkers as Noam Chomsky or Hannah Arendt, and is making friends in activists networks.
 
And so Axel and Eve are going to meet for the first time in 2009, during the European Exopolitics Summit in Barcelona. Their commitments and their ideas on the world join and collect them, music finishes connecting them. Together, they form Nanokill, name in the form of explicit war cry or warning, of those whom we never read, because sent back to the asterisk, in tiny characters.
 
Who kills what ? The only certainty with them, is that we can't know who is the murderer at the end, from the virus or vaccine, from the poison or the antidote. "Know yourself and you will know the universe and the gods". That's what this quote registered on the pediment of the temple of the Pythie in Delphes assert. If we apply it to Nanokill, to the term of their respective chaotic routes, the space is closed, disturbing, and deamons cross their walls...
 
What if music is only a pretext ?

River of no return

Nanokill

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