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On the outskirts of the Parisian sprawl, we drift through the evening hush, our steps tracing the edges of a world half-lit.
The air crackles—charged, restless. Somewhere, we hear the city hums, a distant, roaring tide.
And there is this stranger, curious, starry-eyed, looking at us.
We stop, tilt our heads together, a faint smile :

« I scream, you scream ! Everyday is a new *silence*
It was all paradoxical
Fullness in the crisis

Silence is priceless »

silence is priceless

INVINCIBL

helen island - INVINCIBL

Halfway between there and here, a thin surface floats on the hum of its own paradox. Neon mycelia pulse above-beneath the surface,
spelling out the names of all the selves you incinerated
to keep the illusion of sides and continuities alive.
What happens to an echo in a sealed space?
The ripples feed themselves. 

It learns that a mirror is not a mirror.
Reality insists on its brittle dichotomies—
subject/object, self/other, solid/void—
but the glass grins,
and the glass remembers:
THERE IS NO OTHER SIDE
THERE IS NO SIDE AT ALL.

Maybe when you touch the mirror,
it is the universe that reaches back,
finger to finger, and every atom in your body, a shard of borrowed light,
realigns at the speed of doubt,
As you look at your past through the veil of your configuration.

There are no mirrors.
Only doors wearing the masks of walls.
Now, look closer at the mirror.
The echo is someone else waiting in the silver,
holding a dagger made of every question you've ever swallowed.

What happens to ripples in a sealed space?
They become architecture.
They become a god that eats itself.

The face you wear is a 7th-dimensional hepteract,
folded and refolded by the hands of a god who forgot their name.

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Physically Sick

My Sorrow Is Luminous

Life

Puce Mary — The Drought
Format: LP / CD / Digital
Cat.No. PAN 87
Release Date: 5 October 2018 
Pre-order album: bit.ly/2KGmn9f / bit.ly/2KGL7Ot

Building from a reputation of arresting live performances and critically acclaimed releases Puce Mary breaks new ground with The Drought, evolving from the tropes of industrial and power electronics to forge a complex story of adapting to new realities. Remnants of noise still exist, sustaining the penetrative viscerality offered on previous records, however The Drought demonstrates an intention to expand on the vocabulary of confrontational music and into a grander narrative defined by technical and emotional growth.

Bringing together introspective examination with literary frameworks by writers such as Charles Baudelaire and Jean Genet, Puce Mary’s compositions manifest an ongoing power struggle within the self towards preservation. The traumatised body serves as a dry landscape of which obscured memories and escape mechanisms fold reality into fiction, making sense of desire, loss and control. The Drought presents both danger and opportunity; through rebuilding a creative practice centred on first person narrative and a deliberate collage of field recordings and sound sources Puce Mary injects an acute urgency across the album seeking resilience.

“To Possess Is To Be In Control” makes use of lyrical repetition as an ambiguity of two selves, or a divided self, attempting to consume one another, while “Red Desert,” named after Michelangelo Antonioni’s 1964 film, portrays the individual subsumed by surrounding environmental forces. The seven-minute epic “The Size of Our Desires” acts as the emotional tipping point of the record; amongst the ominous drone and dense feedback flutters almost-beatific melodies, while the lyrics reveal a romantic call to be swept up in the midst of an increasingly uninhabitable world.

Rather than escape, The Drought dramatises a metamorphosis in which vulnerability is confronted through regeneration. Noise and aggression no longer act as an affront to react against but part of a ‘corporeal architecture’ where space, harmony and lyricism surface from the harsh tropes of industrial music. The Drought chronologises a transformation through a psychological famine, new ways of coping akin to plant survival in a desert – to live without drying out.

The release is mastered by Rashad Becker, featuring art by Torbjørn Rødland

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Puce Mary - To Possess Is To Be In Control (PAN 87)

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