Pizo Meyer, aka Phoenelai, is ... an elusive artist - often hidden behind monikers and, overall, an artist hidden through many art disciplines, not so complementary that it can seem there - For attention! the man from Houston is still tremendously dexterous to surprise his world - Speaking of the Phoenelai project, Monsieur Meyer was, therefore, left us to the last year's perfectly combinatorial "Voices from the fire" for kreislauf netlabel - then, we could believe in a possible silence .. ... a silence filled with screams (muffled) of tortured Stickies, filled with exciting watermarks, prominent oils, a silence full of warned smiles to his friend Cy Twombly, a silence with his Skessions Sketch club friends ... but we have warned you in the introduction, the man is "elusive" indeed, but fortunately, not ... quiet !
flashback 2003-2006 / supported by the very precursor 'online label' 2063music, Phoenelai performed some feats by signing (not less) what should be the current soundtrack of Mr Lucas, THX1138, aswell as the great 'limmin' ep - then, leaving Germany, we find Phoenelai in France, along with the exciting EKO netlabel for 'The Findings' which was, in most impressed, in the very reserved ambient vip room, for the year 2006 - We will not dwell on the highly successful "My Deluxe Color Box" for retinascan, published in 2009, and just as vital to your so incomplete (so-so) discotheque.
Tabula rasa ... the splatter ep
'the intruder' ... the tone is set ! monstruous material sound moving, pulsating, caught by a structural sound combining a post-apocalyptic landscape desolation to the slow and tortuous materialization of a spectrum voice that do not eventually enter and organically abuse of any vital downturn ! Phoenelai is a messenger and the message is perfectly clear - hell ! Thus, "the splatter" would be an upheaval fomented any imminent invasion, larva migrans? a wandering ship of an irradiated flying dutchman ? a final attempt to preserve? The response is immediate ! Yes, but the 'first call' has gradually taken possession of things, cryptographying a message consumed by the breath of a particle echo, an echo strongly but apparently distant, a resonance crossed by electrical harnesses, splitting any will - irreversible ! lonely, isolated, such an elliptic curve, the 'signals' of Phoenelai restore hope, the hope of a potential memory, sensory fragments deliberately placed there, abandoned on the ground, a suspended hope, a start ... a nonchalant wave to fail and then finally discovering a 'found tape', before it is, perhaps, too late ...
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