Julien Hairon finally follows 2019's deadly 'Umeme / Kelele' with this labyrinthine layout of Celtic-inspired xenharmonic ritualism and speedy singeli-inspired rhythmic contaminations.
When Hairon returned to Brittany after years pacing the globe, collecting field recordings in Australia, Indonesia, Cambodia, China and Bangladesh, and rooting himself in Tanzania for a spell, he was motivated to reconnect with his Celtic heritage. He was drawn to Celtic mysticism and the traces of the history that still peppered Northern France, and began to lay down a sonic template using synths to mimic the unusually-tuned pipe blasts of the ancient past. Like on 'Umeme / Kelele', Tanzanian singeli informs the music's rhythmic thrust, and the fusion is instantly captivating on opener 'L'or Des Fous' (fools gold). Driving 175bpm beats rumble alongside rousing synthetic horn wails that come off like a call from beyond the veil; Hairon keeps things fairly simple, tweaking the rhythm and subtle modifying the drones, but the racket speaks for itself.
He's more energetic on 'Vitalimetre', twisting singeli with Frenchcore, and peppering mind-altering pops into distortion-corroded, wrought iron pipe blasts, while on 'Miracle', the album's clear high point, he splinters his drones into acidic bagpipe groans, leaving the frenetic rhythm to imprint a dancefloor surge that lingers long after the track's concluded. Hairon's concept was to capture the spiritual power of ancient Celtic rituals, and with repetition and expressive, pitchy squeals he manages to make links between ideas that stretch through time. Not just a club record by any stretch of the imagination, it's an experiment that casts the dancefloor as a contemporary gathering space, blessed with the same power that surges through Hairon's beloved ancient artifacts. It's weird as hell, and all the better for it.
View more
Julien Hairon finally follows 2019's deadly 'Umeme / Kelele' with this labyrinthine layout of Celtic-inspired xenharmonic ritualism and speedy singeli-inspired rhythmic contaminations.
When Hairon returned to Brittany after years pacing the globe, collecting field recordings in Australia, Indonesia, Cambodia, China and Bangladesh, and rooting himself in Tanzania for a spell, he was motivated to reconnect with his Celtic heritage. He was drawn to Celtic mysticism and the traces of the history that still peppered Northern France, and began to lay down a sonic template using synths to mimic the unusually-tuned pipe blasts of the ancient past. Like on 'Umeme / Kelele', Tanzanian singeli informs the music's rhythmic thrust, and the fusion is instantly captivating on opener 'L'or Des Fous' (fools gold). Driving 175bpm beats rumble alongside rousing synthetic horn wails that come off like a call from beyond the veil; Hairon keeps things fairly simple, tweaking the rhythm and subtle modifying the drones, but the racket speaks for itself.
He's more energetic on 'Vitalimetre', twisting singeli with Frenchcore, and peppering mind-altering pops into distortion-corroded, wrought iron pipe blasts, while on 'Miracle', the album's clear high point, he splinters his drones into acidic bagpipe groans, leaving the frenetic rhythm to imprint a dancefloor surge that lingers long after the track's concluded. Hairon's concept was to capture the spiritual power of ancient Celtic rituals, and with repetition and expressive, pitchy squeals he manages to make links between ideas that stretch through time. Not just a club record by any stretch of the imagination, it's an experiment that casts the dancefloor as a contemporary gathering space, blessed with the same power that surges through Hairon's beloved ancient artifacts. It's weird as hell, and all the better for it.
Julien Hairon finally follows 2019's deadly 'Umeme / Kelele' with this labyrinthine layout of Celtic-inspired xenharmonic ritualism and speedy singeli-inspired rhythmic contaminations.
When Hairon returned to Brittany after years pacing the globe, collecting field recordings in Australia, Indonesia, Cambodia, China and Bangladesh, and rooting himself in Tanzania for a spell, he was motivated to reconnect with his Celtic heritage. He was drawn to Celtic mysticism and the traces of the history that still peppered Northern France, and began to lay down a sonic template using synths to mimic the unusually-tuned pipe blasts of the ancient past. Like on 'Umeme / Kelele', Tanzanian singeli informs the music's rhythmic thrust, and the fusion is instantly captivating on opener 'L'or Des Fous' (fools gold). Driving 175bpm beats rumble alongside rousing synthetic horn wails that come off like a call from beyond the veil; Hairon keeps things fairly simple, tweaking the rhythm and subtle modifying the drones, but the racket speaks for itself.
He's more energetic on 'Vitalimetre', twisting singeli with Frenchcore, and peppering mind-altering pops into distortion-corroded, wrought iron pipe blasts, while on 'Miracle', the album's clear high point, he splinters his drones into acidic bagpipe groans, leaving the frenetic rhythm to imprint a dancefloor surge that lingers long after the track's concluded. Hairon's concept was to capture the spiritual power of ancient Celtic rituals, and with repetition and expressive, pitchy squeals he manages to make links between ideas that stretch through time. Not just a club record by any stretch of the imagination, it's an experiment that casts the dancefloor as a contemporary gathering space, blessed with the same power that surges through Hairon's beloved ancient artifacts. It's weird as hell, and all the better for it.
Julien Hairon finally follows 2019's deadly 'Umeme / Kelele' with this labyrinthine layout of Celtic-inspired xenharmonic ritualism and speedy singeli-inspired rhythmic contaminations.
When Hairon returned to Brittany after years pacing the globe, collecting field recordings in Australia, Indonesia, Cambodia, China and Bangladesh, and rooting himself in Tanzania for a spell, he was motivated to reconnect with his Celtic heritage. He was drawn to Celtic mysticism and the traces of the history that still peppered Northern France, and began to lay down a sonic template using synths to mimic the unusually-tuned pipe blasts of the ancient past. Like on 'Umeme / Kelele', Tanzanian singeli informs the music's rhythmic thrust, and the fusion is instantly captivating on opener 'L'or Des Fous' (fools gold). Driving 175bpm beats rumble alongside rousing synthetic horn wails that come off like a call from beyond the veil; Hairon keeps things fairly simple, tweaking the rhythm and subtle modifying the drones, but the racket speaks for itself.
He's more energetic on 'Vitalimetre', twisting singeli with Frenchcore, and peppering mind-altering pops into distortion-corroded, wrought iron pipe blasts, while on 'Miracle', the album's clear high point, he splinters his drones into acidic bagpipe groans, leaving the frenetic rhythm to imprint a dancefloor surge that lingers long after the track's concluded. Hairon's concept was to capture the spiritual power of ancient Celtic rituals, and with repetition and expressive, pitchy squeals he manages to make links between ideas that stretch through time. Not just a club record by any stretch of the imagination, it's an experiment that casts the dancefloor as a contemporary gathering space, blessed with the same power that surges through Hairon's beloved ancient artifacts. It's weird as hell, and all the better for it.
Available To Order (Estimated Shipping between 7-14 Working Days)
This item is to the best of our knowledge available to us from the supplier and should ship to you within the time-frame indicated. If there are any unforeseen issues with availability we will notify you immediately
Julien Hairon finally follows 2019's deadly 'Umeme / Kelele' with this labyrinthine layout of Celtic-inspired xenharmonic ritualism and speedy singeli-inspired rhythmic contaminations.
When Hairon returned to Brittany after years pacing the globe, collecting field recordings in Australia, Indonesia, Cambodia, China and Bangladesh, and rooting himself in Tanzania for a spell, he was motivated to reconnect with his Celtic heritage. He was drawn to Celtic mysticism and the traces of the history that still peppered Northern France, and began to lay down a sonic template using synths to mimic the unusually-tuned pipe blasts of the ancient past. Like on 'Umeme / Kelele', Tanzanian singeli informs the music's rhythmic thrust, and the fusion is instantly captivating on opener 'L'or Des Fous' (fools gold). Driving 175bpm beats rumble alongside rousing synthetic horn wails that come off like a call from beyond the veil; Hairon keeps things fairly simple, tweaking the rhythm and subtle modifying the drones, but the racket speaks for itself.
He's more energetic on 'Vitalimetre', twisting singeli with Frenchcore, and peppering mind-altering pops into distortion-corroded, wrought iron pipe blasts, while on 'Miracle', the album's clear high point, he splinters his drones into acidic bagpipe groans, leaving the frenetic rhythm to imprint a dancefloor surge that lingers long after the track's concluded. Hairon's concept was to capture the spiritual power of ancient Celtic rituals, and with repetition and expressive, pitchy squeals he manages to make links between ideas that stretch through time. Not just a club record by any stretch of the imagination, it's an experiment that casts the dancefloor as a contemporary gathering space, blessed with the same power that surges through Hairon's beloved ancient artifacts. It's weird as hell, and all the better for it.