Bleep

Press Release

A 38 minutes exorcism, dionysac sexyness fueled with romanticism, made of

mechanical incantations mixed with spectral vocals of forgotten imaginary

tribes, words from a physicist (Incomprehensible Image), and mystical

breathings… To remind you that music is demanding your soul and body, fully.

A master irritator, disclosing this talent all the way, down to every chosen title,

for the album itself and all of its components (would you put Milk in Water ?).

As repetitive or minimalist music may already make some of you feel nervous,

it seems more accurate to talk here about primitive music - notwithstanding a

non violent anarchism. But those are only words and vain attempts to attach

TLT to a region or a family. Neither the burden of classical European music

legacy, which eventually lead to pop music, seemed to interfere with his wild

mind, and if it is not surprising to hear Bach in German electronic music, there

is here a clear statement that you are out of this syrupy prison…

For D.W. is a sorcerer. He's been empirically learning the speaking of trance

with years of touring and experimenting with all kinds of audience and venues,

from clubs to museums, from Mongolia to Brazil, from his performances with

his bands Kreidler or Toresch to solo ones, sustained by a steady limited set

up, as the one used when he's recording : one MPC, rudimentary synths, few

effects and a mixer. No sound engineer on stage as only he knows his secret

language… Raw dubmaking, leaning towards hip hop, indubitably underlining

here a significant distanciation from his previous industrial inspirations. The

bewitchment of this record is operating with no warning from the very first

seconds until the last epiphany of Sales Pitch.

He is using his knowledge of techno, psychedelism (Inverted Sea), UK bass

(Jumping Dead Leafs), only to bring you out of it. We all tend to be slaves,

without even being conscious about it, and a balance must be existing

between being a slave and showing off. Mr. Weinrich's answer is unsettling

because it is an utter call to this balance, in our world of black and white and

political correctness. There is no morality in music… Don't expect anything

else than an unaccountable liberating immediate experience. Don't expect

any kind of music because you are already in the past or the future…

From his recording technique mainly relying on one takes, his adoration of

mistakes and jeopardy, to the core essence of repetitive music, it is all here

about being in the present. No ears no glasses.