Derive by Queimada

As if living under the whims of immeasurable, amorphous forces wasn’t terrifying enough, every attempt to learn the methods, structures, and leadership of these machines yields nothing but chaotic noise. Italian experimentalists Queimada paint this horrifying view from below on Derive, stoking our well-founded fears of a world with no respect for our future existence. Like giant ocean mammals passing overhead, shimmery layers of synths gracefully drift through an invisible current. As our eyes adjust to the depths, however, we see the ugly leading edge of an oil spill entrenching on the scene, using the same gentle current to engulf the stereo field in spiky, distorted noise. We know the giant animals could dispose of us at any time, and somehow we feel comfort in the understanding that a mind somewhere in there reasons out our fate. The current on the other hand bends to no will, carrying poison, nourishment, hot, and cold without any executive function, holding our lives in its inorganic grasp and deciding on a case-by-case basis whether we live to see tomorrow.