without army nor rhetoric, dying & barakat are proposing nothing but the ethereal conviction of their senses. floating musical matter, strangely ligatured, convicciòn pours its complex epigenesis, reveals its wefts, searching for its most authentic form, loosing languages, only surrounding its audience towards its curious euphonia. a bizarre composition altering our perception, reaching each mans tempers, inviting into its chinks every sonic metamorphosis: from its aerials peels, oxidized by mtds industrial catabasis, from its chaotic progression, engorged into jeroen searchs inebriant loops, from its blueish layers thicken by mattias fridells cavernous tribal grain. supported by the kind sympathies of: eric cloutier, lee holman, thomas hessler, ben gibson, albert van abbe, philippe petit
