I am a feather talking to a king
Together we tought
I am the fever of the everlasting
Together we leave chaos behind us
Each drop of water becomes pure
French duo Vivid Vision bursts forth from Bordeaux, brandishing a bold blend of blistering post-punk energy wrapped in plush velvet charisma. Guitarist and vocalist Raoul and multi-instrumentalist Mathieu, commanding synthesizers, bass, organs, and relentless drum machines, ignite their sound in a collision of pure power and sleek sophistication.
Originally steeped in esoteric progressive rock, their meeting marked a metamorphosis into an electric entity charged with angular post-punk pulse and subtle threads of ancient mysticism. Vivid Vision serves up a striking dualism, fusing futuristic precision with primal whispers from forgotten ages. Echoes of Sonic Youth’s angular assault, Psychotic Monks’ raw rites, the steely minimalism of SUUNS, Liars’ hypnotic layers, the curiously languid barking of The Fall, and the enigmatic rhythms of Beak, resonate throughout their presentation.
Their latest visual offering, masterfully filmed by Raphaël Cartelier, features a trio of tracks unfolding within the skeletal remains of an old tube radio factory. Abandoned electronics lie scattered like relics of technology’s twilight, bathed in a flood of natural brilliance pouring through towering glass panes. Mathieu’s intricate array of synths resembles an autonomous automaton gazing vacantly, while Raoul’s antique lyre-shaped guitar slices the air, a blurred ballet of motion and melody.
The sonic ceremony ignites with Sacrifice, anchored by a warped organ melody and weighty bass reverberations. Its arpeggiated sequences shimmer playfully beneath cryptic verses that echo myths of Mesopotamian deities. The chorus, a crystalline chant asserting purity’s paradox, insists each droplet attains its immaculate form.
Women in Masks surges forward, driven by raw guitars drenched in flanger effects. It sketches a surreal lakescape inhabited by basket-bearing tribes of women drifting on straw vessels, fishing for glittering gold and fragile hopes. Mathieu’s menacing bass line foreshadows a fierce finale, a dance-floor dirge hammered into euphoria.
Closing this compelling set is Time and Line, an immediate, infectious drum machine-driven punk proclamation. It drags listeners into a nightmare dimension where reality reduces to flat forms, plunging towards existential asphyxiation. Only the elemental glow of fire persists, a solitary beacon amid structural collapse, propelled relentlessly by racing rhythms and Raoul’s saturated guitar spirals.
Vivid Vision’s energized exploration pulls listeners into a ceremonial space, a meeting ground of rhythm, razor-edged cool, and mystic contemplation: sonic sermons crafted from contradictions and delivered with daring dynamism.
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