Dreams are shattered
Bruised and battered
You live in the shadows
Nothing matters
Austin’s TaSzlin Trébuchet and Lars Wolfshield collide like storm fronts, summoning Jet Cemetery from the wreckage, a project steeped in urgency and unease. Their latest single, Embers, hums with tension, slipping between whisper and wail, between fragile longing and the cold weight of recognition.
The lyrics of Embers unravel a cycle of desire, disillusionment, and reflection, where repetition fuels urgency, and the speaker wavers between longing and uncertainty. Dreams collapse into dust, but beneath the wreckage, there’s a struggle for clarity; a rise from the depths, a breath drawn sharp, a grasp at something lost. Embers smolder, hinting at transformation, while fragmented pieces shift, searching for balance in the turmoil.
The rhythm stumbles forward, a heartbeat teetering between panic and resolve, as Wolfshield’s voice cuts through the haze: part invocation, part accusation, raw and relentless, reaching for something just beyond grasp. Beneath it all, echoes of Massive Attack coil in the circuitry, Portishead’s ghost flickers in the static, Air lingers in the atmosphere, and Björk’s fearless invention sparks at the edges. The result is both hypnotic and untamed.
“We live in the shadows, unaware or perhaps afraid of our true purpose,” says the band. “Beaten down by life, we become detached. We fall asleep. Wake up! We are here to experience, and to reflect our unique perception in our own creations. Open up your eyes and see the vast realm of infinite possibility, before you burn away. Every night we burn, hearts exploding. Longing, sadness, jubilation, ecstasy, freedom. Torn to pieces and reassembling differently when it’s done. This is forever, this cannot last. Let us live now, then let go.”
The video clip for Embers flickers like a half-recalled collection of memory vignettes, a lo-fi reel of restless motion, stitched together by TaSzlin Trébuchet’s watchful lens. Shot across Prague, Berlin, and Austin, it gathers a rogue’s gallery of faces: Deaf Club, Mignon, Corwin, Michol of Chiens, Giles Sibbald, Saskia Nelson: each passing through like ghosts in the glare of headlights, caught in the blur between one place and the next.
Trains rattle forward, stations flash by, posters peel from brick walls, graffiti sprawls in tongues unknown, and the air hums with the low static of movement. The film captures the way time bends on the road—foreign streets becoming familiar, home feeling distant even when it’s right beneath your feet. Nostalgia coils in every frame, but it isn’t sentimental—it’s restless, rolling forward, never pausing long enough to be pinned down. A snapshot, a memory in motion, a fleeting moment already fading before the next stop arrives.
Watch the video for “Embers” below:
Jet Cemetery released their first singles, engineered by Charles Godfrey (Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Swans), in April 2024. Their debut EP, The Canary, is set for release later in 2025.
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