{"product_id":"vs55-ch000001","title":"CH0 0:00:01","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eCH0 0:00:01\u003c\/em\u003e is the latest dispatch from \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/www.daisrecords.com\/collections\/vs-55\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"VS--55 on Dais Records\" rel=\"noopener\"\u003eVS--55\u003c\/a\u003e, the ongoing collaborative project led by Jonas Rönnberg, the Swedish electronic musician, producer, label founder, and artist also known as Varg2™. The band recorded the album while living at The Foundry*, the experimental art space housed in a 19th-century armaments and military equipment factory on the edge of the French Pyrenees.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe entrance is marked by a large neon sign that flickers between \"LAUGHTER\" and \"SLAUGHTER\" — apt wordplay for the collective mood behind \u003cem\u003eCH0 0:00:01\u003c\/em\u003e, an abstract collection of vaporous fragments and humming frequencies, \"anti-music\" captured primarily through a deconstructed cinema organ, layered and sequenced to visceral effect, akin to stumbling upon absurd and unsettling surveillance footage. As heavy as the set scans, Rönnberg maintains, \"\u003cem\u003eit’s not that serious, it’s a mockery of society, the comedy of its absolute tragedy, a documentation of the time we're in right now, where culture is dead. Like my version of the Benny Hill song, when people die.\u003c\/em\u003e\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eStaggering in its starkness, there is very little instrumentation on \u003cem\u003eCH0 0:00:01\u003c\/em\u003e; moments of barely-there guitar, piano, and vocals churn under with the album’s central engine, a French cinema organ that the group propped next to air compressors and a Sony cassette dictaphone, all run into a giant club sound system. From the feedback, melodies and basslines emerged, giving the tracks an unpredictable howl and a haunting quality, as if they’ve been summoned. Opener \"Laughter\" establishes the tone, a disorienting buzz with echoes of, perhaps, slaughter. Rönnberg slept in a room called “the church”, which was filled with CIA torture documents.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eVoices permeate the mix; \"Poison Tits\" drifts between angelic whispers and reptilian growls, tracing the hypnotic pull of addiction. The song imagines heroin as a distant sun that is impossible to resist. Like insects drawn to a fatal light, people surrender themselves to its warmth, mistaking destruction for transcendence. Rising toward the promise of illumination, they find that the closer they come, the more completely they are consumed. In the end, the sun burns everything that dares to love it too deeply.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\"Chechny Crude Oil\" follows a spoken word through corridors of sludge, and \"Snyft, Mina Tårar Dom Rinner\" buries Swedish lyrics beneath rattling percussion and erratic strums. Discordant noise often gives way to flashes of resonant beauty; the silvery shrieks of \"F-02 Semtex\" shift to a warmer airiness in \"Avenue Maréchal Pt. 1\". The industrial quakes of \"Midnattsmord\" (\u003cem\u003eMidnight Murder\u003c\/em\u003e) topple into the serene static of \"F-03 Dilute\". Cathartic standout \"Crawler\" sets rapid-fire whispers and sighs against a booming, punishing pulse. The lyrics are poetry that stalk in the shadows of capitalism, and the forces that guard it, tracing a world where control moves quietly, yet reaches everywhere. A slow march of distortion dissipates on closing track \"F-04 Dissolve\", leaving only plaintive keys adrift.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\"\u003cem\u003eThis is a soundtrack, I would say. And for what? I don't know\u003c\/em\u003e,\" questions Rönnberg. \"\u003cem\u003eA humoristic disaster, and that's about it.\u003c\/em\u003e\" He considers \u003cem\u003eCH0 0:00:01\u003c\/em\u003e a documentation more so than as a direct musical expression, one that’s most powerful in its opacity, and needn't be fully decoded to be understood and felt.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e* The Foundry was created by artist Andrei Molodkin, and designed and run together with his life partner, architect Arianna Mondin. One of their core missions is to support highly experimental and avant-garde projects that could not be realized elsewhere. In this spirit, they supported the VS--55 music project with visual direction, design, and video production. The Russian-born artist, well known for his sculptures with crude oil and human blood, and who recently went viral for holding 46 million dollars' worth of artworks hostage in a 29-ton Swiss bank safe in exchange for the life of Julian Assange, is also the author of the \u003c\/em\u003eCH0 0:00:01\u003cem\u003e's artworks.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"VS--55","offers":[{"title":"Splatter Insomnia Vinyl LP (ltd 100, Dais Exclusive)","offer_id":53916257616165,"sku":"683950558908","price":26.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"Ice Blue Transparent Vinyl LP (ltd 500)","offer_id":53916257648933,"sku":"683950558915","price":24.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"Black Vinyl LP","offer_id":53916257681701,"sku":"683950558892","price":22.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0251\/2828\/files\/DAIS250-2000px90q.jpg?v=1790694867","url":"https:\/\/www.daisrecords.com\/products\/vs55-ch000001","provider":"Dais Records","version":"1.0","type":"link"}