Every second listening to Koudlam reminds that each civilization is bound to fall. Maya calendars and planned urbanization, it’s just the same : everything will fade within the din of a collapsing tower block.
Like a majestic vulture flying over mayan cities as much as housing blocks of Paris’ suburb, Koudlam gets full size only when playing live: alone on stage wearing his pair of black Wayfarer, mic in the fist and fist proudly in the air, managing a whole miniature world on his laptop. Native American flutes go along with acid arpeggiators, a Maasai tribe drumming over slap bass notes, an aztec shaman sings a litany through complex sequencer and filters...
Here comes an haunting Jim Morrison over Vangelis / Tangerine Dream layers.
Listening to Koudlam, you may detect the sound of the rain, a night bird crying, or even monsoon. It’s wrong. Koudlam plays live from a London hospital roof, high on a crane, or deep in a roman church. The consequence of his numerous collaborations with artist Cyprien Gaillard (Koudlam usually performing during the projections of Gaillard’s movie Desniansky Raion), both sharing a fascination for entropy and ruins.
Internationaly recognized though still anonymous in France, his az-tech symphonies are offerings to lost peoples and those on the way to extinction.
A: See You All
AA: Tonight
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