Caustic, laconic, long-face techno thumpers.
Less single malt than paint-stripper (albeit expertly applied with a sex-machine).
Label co-founder Paul Regimbeau’s dread, stately blend of noise, beat-downs, industrial techno, black metal. Shot through with silence; studded with organ, chanting, trumpet. Hades… pretty grim, evidently.
Rambunctious EP from hell, expertly threading libidinal house grooves through squalling drones, exhalations, feedback and general bloody racket. Invigorating stuff from the Parisian. Outstanding label, too.