With a fiery angst, Ghosts In The Machine’s track “Nothing is Real”—out tomorrow, May 5th—warns us about the cold, stark world of machines. “The collaboration is from the point of view of myself from the future, trying to warn me. Very meta,” says the Australian born, Berlin-based producer, Kris Baha.
Baha, known for his impeccable EBM and synth-punk music, includes his signature running basslines and bright synth work in “Nothing is Real.” With his vocals that lean towards the jagged edges of 90s industrial, the track is all parts dark, with elements of pop in its swelling, anthemic pace. Perhaps Baha describes the collaboration’s first track best: “‘Nothing is Real’ is a cyber body music odyssey about social media’s influences on society, priming us before the AI machines take over.”
Ghosts In The Machine’s album will come out later this year, but until then, we have just a taste of the project’s powerful metal machine music—one with a pulverizing beat that grinds next to ice cold synthetic melodies. Mixed and mastered by Maurizio Baggio of Boy Harsher and Soft Moon fame, “Nothing is Real” creates a sci-fi future that is not so much a fantasy but a reality: “[It is a] sci-fi cyber wave inspired concept that is set in two timelines. The future looking back to the now and how we could have corrected our society before the AI take over and strip away our souls, becoming Ghosts In The Machine. “
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Photos by John Rohrer.
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