Imagine, if you will, an uncertain world in which our childhood dreams have been replaced by the smell of petrol fumes; where a murder of ten crows transmit fragments of life to you. Never forget the magnificent losers, the abandoned, the marginalized, the loners, the pirates, the oppressed, those who seek but cannot find.
…Welcome to the Order.
French darkwave outfit Order89 is back with Gangster, a new track off their second album, L’Eté des Corbeaux (Summer of the Crows). Gangster is a nervous track distilling black poetry with a devilish post-punk electro rhythm. This single follows 2019’s Bleu Acier.
“It’s an homage from one era to another, with a band of pirates without a ship as a witness,” explains the group’s storyteller, Jordi (Otchim). “It was him in the past, the gangster with the clear eyes…fraction of life against time and the laws that governed its time. It is us now, facing destiny and our dark times in the unknown, but all together. It will be you in a future, dissociated from the shadows to smile in front of the sun an empty holster on the belt.” Indeed.
The video, directed by Layla Gras, explores, as she explains, the universe of the very concept of what could be gangster. “There is not a single form of Gangster, a specific era or a particular person. Being a Gangster is a personality, a lifestyle specific to each,“ she continues. The graphic and contemporary clip takes us through various eras and genres of “gangster” to discover all its aspects. “From the first gangster in history, to Jacques Mesrine, to my grandmother, to the PMU barman, to the neighborhood dealer, to a child, to us,” Gras concludes.
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Cold winter’s journey Oh your soul keeps bleeding on Through the storm and the war…
Untie The few and far behind Interest informant redefined Form a feed within and without…
Lost in a dream again Tell me that you want me, no need to pretend…
You can’t believe what they say, they’ll treat you like a fool It hurts me…
Did you feel afraid to whisper? It’s such cold comfort but it’s real The weight…
When light has gone Snow angels will turn to grey Dark veil of our embrace…