Plus Une Main A Mordre

by Throane

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TAR105 Throane - Plus Une Main A Mordre

The second full length from THROANE is the most fully realised vision of enigmatic photographer/illustrator/designer Dehn Sora (BLUT AUS NORD, ULVER, DEATHSPELL OMEGA).

One of the most stunning trips of the year, Plus une Main à Mordre (“No Hand Left to Bite”) seeks balance between the struggle and the letting go, passing from chaos to quiet in revelatory circular motions.

Like Sora’s visual art, his music possesses a hypnotic, almost hyperreal singularity: ultra-modern meditations crisply rendering the esoteric as familiar and the everyday as phantasmagoria. This is a record of cities as tombs, of failing industry, corroding capitalism, fractured lives, divided peoples, isolationism and lack.

The album is marked by greater confidence in its ferocity and frightening clarity of purpose in its harrowed ambience; finding kinship with greats such as SWANS, BLUT AUS NORD, BREACH and GODFLESH in hues of grey Doom, Post-Black Metal, Post-Hardcore and darkest Industrial.

Produced - as 2016’s lauded debut Derrière-Nous, La Lumière - by Samuel Vaney (CORTEZ, MUHD), the mix is haunted by primal screams, submerged intimations of speech and disembodied voices lost in a magma of filth, effluvia and strange beauty. Drums are performed with brutalist precision by Gregoire Quartier (CORTEZ).

The concluding title track opens up to feature guest vocals from Sora’s close friend Colin Van Eeckhout (AMENRA), Sylvain (INCIVIL TRAGEDIA) and fellow graphic designer Valnoir who join in unison as if a sect, hidden in graffiti tunnels communing misremembered echoes of love, looking beyond the human for commonality as towers erupt in conflagrations of psychic disillusion.

Edition of 100 cassettes housed in a deluxe diecut cardstock sleeve

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released June 9, 2018

"He was always told never to wallow in loneliness. It was the company of others which would lift him up. From every depth? From every depth. How wrong she was.

He tried to gather others around him, left behind, dispirited, alike. Where they met, deeper pits still were delved. Towers tumbled. Winds echoed. No place to dwell. Nowhere.

He found himself on his knees upon waking up, throwing prayers into an uncaring void. Not hopeless, but mechanical. He had been raised well, or so he was told.

He dug himself in deeper. His hands were raw, his eyes soiled. He would become one with the earth that spawned him, offer his being as penitence and through that find some solace. In time."

Johan van Hattum

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