disparaître Vol. 3

late may. the sun stays too long now. we're somewhere in the middle of something that has no name yet-not the end, not a beginning. the horizon has been burning for years. we meet again in this heat: still here, still listening with our blind eyes open, -sound travels on its way to itself. we open our evening with a body story of our guest from Italy, Giovanni Castaldi. shifting to the dungeon, the sound starts with ceremonial drones by Sunfear. the fog descends as we reach the fields of Bride's pastoral noise. sharpening the wave, we flow to some harsh glitches of Grid Noise; arriving then at our deepest point with the drone beats of Desert Drone. quiet interlude. ACCA then tells her story of the cycle: a god born, dying, reaching back not toward origin but toward the womb of Being itself, the Void, the Before. the sound has arrived. toutmefait presents an audiovisual EP in three acts: darksome, visceral, folkloric. it begins upstairs, in the light, between us and the elsewhere. it continues below, in the labyrinth. it returns then after the dusk-and ends there, as what wasn't before.