COMING ALBUM : « ɔ d ɔ ʀ a »[Unveiling of the title & concept]
In a pseudo-disinfected society which objectives are closer to the neuronal asphyxiation, the omnipresent higher bid of requests and the "porn-consumerism" than any disinterested purpose and authentic inspiration. Where even the words "sharing" and "like/love" saw each other tarnished and corrupted, setting up themselves in the high rank of the quantifiable… rather than in the one of the true and the quality.
This virtual domain, paved by reflecting screens riddled with dribbling fingerprints and with sticky sweat, in claimed service of our lost identities. Where we are building by ourselves and free will the walls of our prison cells. Where each one gets "auto-indexed", just feeding this fortress of an unknown person global nature.
However, this reign omits particularly the sense nevertheless relevant of the olfaction … And even if the future of the synthesis productions will corrupt it more with certainty in a near or far future. This one remains indubitable and relentless … down to the wire.
The sense of smell (in french: “odorat”) is just like a snake interlaced and suspended in the lianas of the soul. Sometimes amazed by the seepage of an incomparable perfume. Was it even the one of the rancid perspiration of a beloved being. either the perfect stench which hides a bad fragrance and its dreadful ecstasy. Where the hatred and the sickness will always find source and shelter. By the current abundance of the excited narcissisms, and their proud consciousnesses subjected to the "status" of "manipulated".
OPUS/Title : ɔ d ɔ ʀ a
[phonetic language for the french word ”Odorat”: the sense of olfaction]
Both titles of the album having a different meaning while being pronounced exactly the same way: ”ɔdɔʀa”
- I. Eau d’aura [Psychégérie]
/ I. Water of aura [Psych-egery]
- II. Ode aux rats [La pesée des crotales]
/ II. Ode to the rats [Weighing of the rattlers]