Adarcah Ianqu (aka Airktoo tha darkah) returns with a fresh, folkish-phobic ascension: an audio impression that's as austere as any he's cut before, brushed by greasepaint, but weighed by underlying woe. He's calls it experimental from Thessaloniki.
The experiment begins with "slothfulness", and like Ianqu's past intros, this one carries a deep, slow-dripping agony.
The pain then expounds, represented by the nasty "dither" (the latter translated from Greek for the convenience of this post), which tosses one's cognition to the curb--burnt to an emotional crisp.
The mournful intonation of "no cent" follows: One's shell is cast into the crematory flames and thereafter scattered throughout a Grecian poverty line. Low-rent commodities beckon, and by dreaded design, the notes puppeteer one's peripheral eye. Alas, it's only kindred souls that rise.
One dares to bargain with them, engaging in hollow exchanges of "sex for million drachmas", but the souls and their symbiotic sounds push back against one's yearning.
Perhaps, a meager "five drachmas" will suffice for some touch-and-go delight, but the response is no more than murmuring wind, into which one's essence becomes a myriad of fruitless frowns--forever turned upside down.
For its sardonic truth, Ianqu's doleful spree proves shocking yet oh-so-satisfying.
For Ianqu's reckless fling, enter at
https://www.reverbnation.com/adarkahianqu?fbclid=IwAR11qpWEM6i4hi_mT5G2q23kPxrPTpnrDsn3CytNlCM-gYDITcMLgUBsvBE
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