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The Doomcore Generation
In the slump of the hard segment of the dancefloor, a generation of initiated pricks up their ear and drinks negative energies of the hardcore.
The purpose does not find its way in speed, efficiency but in a whole expressing a global vision, an atmosphere giving rise to torrents of melancholy, sadness and anger.
The dark side of the rave is here.
The melody is omnipresent. The sent message must be concrete and without ambigüité.
Tools: ravy synths, soundtracks, lyric instruments.
A touch of blackness in a world of brutes
The hardcore, it is the hard counterpart of the techno culture. More impressive, more energetic and simply faster. Priority in the sacrosanct kick and in divine distortion.
The doom,tries to add an alternative depth to the hardcore. Focus is made on the expression of a feeling, a story which finishes always badly.
The music is printed, soaks into any negative feeling ready to be exploited.
Fear, anguish, anger, despair, all find grace with us. doomcore is not a technic. It is above all an emotion.
It is here that is its big paticularity. An appropriate speech with an obsession for the blackness.
It is also the most filmic sub-genre of the hardcore. Molded by strong references, going from Hitchcock and his art of the suspense, to Stephen King's adaptations, by way of Murnau, followed by the complete catalog of the German expressionism. Investigated from top to bottom the cinema of horror, the grandiloquent reconstructions of the war movies, but also the dramas of the Greek tragedies and the operas.
Fuck of the stories of bpm. It is not about that. The music speaks for the artists, as marked by the seal of the animal. It is a question of showing us for real. true and naked.
The aura doesn't lie..
When we meet, we know about instinct that we are of the same calibre.
We are
We are,
Mean spirits, prophets of doom, birds of bad fortune, witches, mystic and henchmen, fallen, fleshless and decerebrated. dirty, cursed, unhealthy.
Embodiments of the becoming ruined man,vicissitudes without an end.
Dancing shadows, funeral marches, odes of despair and hate.
Perpetual fear, spirits in punishment, despicable melancholy.
We embody,
The war, the devil, the murder,
Torture, despair and agony,
A conglomerate of thousand years of infamy,
The release of the madmen and the warmongers,
The refusal of the redemption,
Black, malefic or downright bloody.
A grandiloquent and cynical opera,
The unlimited revolt.
We are above all the soundtrack of the current world
- Tagen av Lord Sinister
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