Officine

“Officine is Teenage Jesus and DNA in the blind spot of punk, of Electric Body Music, where fury turns into elegance. Noise art rock pushed to its most extreme limits, at the height of contemporary music, emancipated from social and emotional alienation. Terminal nirvana, slices of life struck down, emotions laid bare in a savage guerrilla war with oneself. Crucifying his guitar, Marion (Oktober Lieber, Deeat Palace) leads the dance with his body and his cries, Christophe convulses with his homemade bass, Kohzo gallops on his drums – a dull thud, Zen-like precision, jerky rolls that become almost groovy. We get drunk under a shower of meteors, we reach grace at the point of destruction. A dry style for lapidary words, aiming at the cornea of reality: the first arrow shot into the eye, the second into the heart. A land of high solitude and sacred violence, shattered song-cry and funk with broken legs, Officine wages a war of nerves, both holy sacrament and extreme unction. We gut ourselves in the open air, it hurts and it feels good. Love, always. Deus sive Natura.

Julien Becourt / Art press