the chasing voices collective returns with another offering of ambitious electronic music from the other side. scold is a forced march through the acid-burned depths of new york citys depravity. sprawling, syncopated patchworks gradually form a vision of asbestos infested warehouse spaces and rusted-out ruins, throbbing with the pulsations of technos transformative promise and wounded sentimentality. combative, brilliant and dynamic new music for and from new rome and beyond.
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chasing voices breaks its short ceasefire and rearms for the 5th installment in the ongoing series of musical theses at the forefront of new york citys electronic scene. purging the emotional distance and ironic poise of an increasingly numb aesthetic culture, *awoken by tears* is the naked, stark and barren truth of a deeply sentient musical form. heartbroken and angry, this is the new techno militancy taking on the classic materials of creative drive: pain, loss, memory—those negative spaces of the human condition that lay waste to so many weak souls, leaving behind piles of dust and rubble in their path.

chasing voices returns for its 4th installment with an audacious reiteration of the projects uncompromising ethos and technique. >valley of the dry bones< operates on the peripheries of club music and far-sighted rock mutation, death march-disco for the ever-present sunburn of daily scourges and musical apathy. prospering from plentiful sentimentally-tinged stabs and a breathtaking, slow-churning progressive disintegration, >valley of the dry bones< hits intuitively and suddenly, a bent and bruised anthem for problematic times. despair can be celebrated, and celebration can be despairing—if anything the nyc collectives latest bomb seems to stem from a need to revive the cannibalism of a movement that has grown weary of its own cliches, to dissect itself and hopefully come out the other end better and new?? albeit scarred and never quite the same.

dark and deep industrialesque techno.