Coàgul, Caden – Coàgul & Cadena
Label: Dead Moon Records ‎– DMR01, Discos Enfermos, Broca, Gradual Hate Records ‎GH 129 VN
Format: Vinyl, LP, Mini-Album
Country: Spain
Released: 10 Nov 2016
Style: Experimental, Industrial, Noise, No Wave

Sisters and brothers: throughout our miserable lives they haven’t ceased to try to sell us all kinds of ideals by the means of all possible dialectical subterfuges. Vanquishing our will again and again. Injecting us without mercy hundreds of all sorts of viruses of obstinating idealism: those of decadence and those of excellence, those of excess and those of containment, those of partying and those of work, those of pleasure and those of sacrifice, those of life and those of death. We have kept on believing and digesting them one after the other, accepting them one by one heart on hand, only to rapidly reject each one of them and swallow the next one. But always in absolute spiritual submission to one or another higher instance that tells us what do we have to believe. That’s why once defrauded and betrayed by all the viper tongues that caressed our pineal glands, once fed up and stuffed with all the viruses of the ideal, we have come to the realization that what they were trying to sell us wasn’t anything else than ourselves. That’s why the time has come when we no longer believe nothing, when we are finally cleansed, when we finally are totally impervious to all meta-narrative seduction, when we at last find ourselves face to face with nothingness: we no longer have anything, nor we want to have anything; we no longer know nothing, nor we want to know nothing; we no longer are nothing, nor we want to be nothing. That’s why we have transformed ourselves into pure luminous electricity, that’s why we have transformed ourselves into the most absolute ideal, that’s why we are more pure and free than ever, that’s why we have the universe at our disposal: let’s celebrate it by taking its fruits with total disafection.

In Summer 2015, these two industrial music acts from Barcelona decided to join their forces to produce a series of songs specifically conceived to be played for first and last time during the third edition of Cønjuntø Vacíø festival. Formed in 2015, CADENA is a three-piece combo refreshing the hardcore punk and industrial rock traditions, and distilling them into a saturated and contemporary sound that is close to the most plastic-like noise rock. COÀGUL is the single-member project of an unclassifiable character who, from 2009 onwards has been taking back the rythm’n’noise sound of Esplendor Geometrico-like acts, translating it into a certain lyrical drive that brings him closer to the lands of folk music rather than those of the noise music into which it’s so easy to pigeonhole him. For this occasion, the two acts shaked their hands in their common soils: the obsession for urban space, contemporary dystopia and an active nihilism that connects the suburbs with cosmos. From the work done were born seven songs that were firstly played live at the festival —becoming a corrosive experience which, by the means of noise, light and relational performance art, exhausted the senses of the audience and deprogrammed it’s behaviour— to be later recorded at the studio in the days after. With lyrics in Catalan, more than an album this is a document that cartographies a contextual micro-particle key to understand the hidden details of Barcelona’s underground. The release of these songs in LP format has been fruit of the cooperative work between four labels: Dead Moon Records, Discos Enfermos, Broca Records and GH Records.

Dead Moon Records + Discos Enfermos + Broca + GH Records

Hermanas y Hermanos: a lo largo de nuestras miserables vidas no nos han parado de intentar vender todo tipo de ideales mediante todos los subterfugios dialécticos posibles. Doblando nuestra voluntad una y otra vez. Inoculándonos sin piedad centenares de virus de idealismo recalcitrante de la más diversa índole: los de la decadencia y los del excelencia, los del exceso y los de la contención, los de la fiesta y los del trabajo, los del placer y los del esfuerzo, los de la vida y los de la muerte. Nos los hemos ido creyente y digiriendo el uno detrás el otro, aceptándolos uno a uno con el corazón en la mano, para después renegar enseguida y tragarnos rápidamente el siguiente. Pero siempre en absoluta sumisión espiritual a una instancia o la otra superior que nos dice el que tenemos que creer.

Por eso, un golpe estafados y traicionados por todas las lenguas de serpiente que nos han mimado la glándula pineal, un golpe empachados y embutidos con todos los virus del ideal, nos hemos dado cuenta de qué el que nos estaban intentando vender no era sino a nosotros mismos. Por eso, ha llegado la hora en que ya no nos creemos nada, en que ya estamos definitivamente depurados, en que ya somos totalmente impermeables a toda seducción meta-narrativa, en que por fin nos encontramos frente a frente con la nada: ya no tenemos nada, ni queremos tener nada; ya no sabemos nada, ni queremos saber nada; ya no somos nada, ni queremos ser nada. Por eso nos hemos convertido en pura electricidad luminosa, por eso nos hemos convertido nosotros mismos en el ideal más absoluto, por eso somos más puros y entregas que nunca, por eso tenemos el universo a nuestra disposición: celebrémoslo tomando sus frutos con total desafección.