Instead of going for the same old "groovy beats, amazing bassline, buy-my-record" blurb we've all read too many times, I'd like to come back to the origins of these tracks.
These past three years I've experimented more specifically in the field of mesmerizing, relentless dancefloor-oriented music. It kind of became an obsession. Some might say it's nothing new nor special in the realm of techno and house, repetition being the base of it all.
It was probably just a way for me to take a trip back to the roots of these music styles while trying to catch up with what it was at the time it had no specific branding, a time I'm too young to have lived but too curious not to try to imagine and eventually recreate. I also wanted to be as naive as possible, having absolutely no will to join the flock of surface-scratching producers happily filling up our space with disposable, watered-down tracks.
After a fair amount of trial-and-error, the first track out of this new found obsession was Legacy, followed a bit later by Confessions Of An English Opium-Eater, Face Control, Grindhouse and finally La Mort Au Large.
This release has a special place in my discography in the sense it gathers what I consider as the rough expression, the genesis of this string of tracks, and the most achieved, savagely-crafted and potentially toxic piece I've ever written to date on the same record.
Track after track, I tried to push the concept a bit further by delaying as much as possible the time when a slight change kicks in, fitting it in at the very moment the listener starts to think that after all, there might be something wrong with the track. The goal was to be constantly on the edge of boredom but never going quite there. Making these changes very subtle makes it very difficult for the dancer to feel the tension building up all along the track, creating a feeling of disorientation; and before you knew it the outside world was gone astray.
Once you're stuck in, no matter how unnerving or frustrating it gets, you're stuck in. It becomes mesmerizing to the point you want to know how it all ends up, if it ever comes to an end. A bit like being unable to keep your eyes off the dancing flames in a fireplace. A bit like reading this text.