BONNACONS OF DOOM + PAUWELS

Whether congregating in dimly reads gold halls in forests, and if mediated by e-mailed audiofile or infiltrating darker realms of consciousness, mysterious forces are being chanted by a shifting collective intent on psychic communion by any means necessary. Bonnacons Of Doom's identities may be shrouded and hidden in the live arena, yet the force of their vibrations - as captured on the unearthly vibrations and unholy revelations of their self-titled Rocket

photo :: Andrew Ellis

A disciple of Gurdjieff,
a quote from Bergier,
quartz's chemical composition,
matches' fonction,
description of an overflowed river,
eye drops for the cyclone,
John Merrick existed!
Paradiddle or mill?
How LONG it is?
Who wants frustration?
Why about never met each other so we won't share any regret?

Choosing a writer's name for a music without words, without palaver, arouses its share of mystery. This apparent paradox takes on its meaning through Pauwels' particular configuration: a set of machines at the heart of the rhythm, to which are added a bass and two guitars that weave a story, and draw landscapes. An esoteric musical construction, built to be deconstructed. A communion with the audience, in a search for a shared trance. Pauwels cultivates the unexpected.