At the hazy intersection where post-punk meets the frostbitten breath of coldwave, Desinteresse stands poised, severe, and unapologetically stark. The trio summons the spirit of 1981; not as a distant echo, but as something lived anew, raw and tangible, immediate in its analogue urgency. Bassist Bart wields thick, sludgy basslines: slow-moving, heavy as wet asphalt, bending beneath the weight of existential dread. Sem’s guitars and synths slice sharply, crystalline and piercing, like shards of ice glistening against the rusty, dusty grime of urban decay. Behind it all, Joppe’s drums rattle urgently, methodically restless, driving the beats forward through the choking smog.
Their new single, Fantomen, released via Fabrika Records, captures the essence of displacement; a world glimpsed through a cracked mirror. Howling vocals reverberate through corridors of disorientation, voices teetering between clarity and chaos. This is music made with fingers gripping knobs, wires tangled, vintage gear pushed to the edge of distortion. Their analogue sound is less a callback than a continuum, simultaneously steeped in nostalgia yet anchored to modern unease.
Fantomen is an immersive encounter with unease, an auditory experience where familiar forms become strange and disturbing. The Dutch trio’s vision is firmly set in the shadows cast by Brutalist architecture and analogue static, breathing authenticity into vintage rituals, making them timeless and real.
Listen to Fantomen below:
Desinteresse could easily pass as a forgotten relic from your older sibling’s vinyl stash, a half-remembered name whispered among aficionados. But their DIY lineage, forged initially through their own DECADENCE imprint, now resonates with fresh urgency under Fabrika’s guiding hand. The mood recalls the spectral ache of Asylum Party, Clan of Xymox’s ethereal gloom in their early 4AD phase, and the anxious romanticism of Robert Smith at his rawest.
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