WL//WH Video Of The Day: KANDINSKY NOIR “Feeling Nothing (The Privilege of the Rope)” feat. Elisa of 3+Dead


Berlin-based Industrial/Metal/Post-Punk solo project of Anto Rom AKA Kandinsky Noir drops a surreal video for the intense collaborative new single “Feeling Nothing.” Elisa Pambianchi (Frontwoman of the Italian Darkwave Band 3+Dead) on backing vocals and Manuel Trabucco on saxophone help with the sonic fusion of “relentless odd time signatures, heavy dissonant guitar riffs, catchy choruses, a combination of guttural and clean vocals,” and strategic saxophone leitmotivs to create a compelling and unique “Ode to Existential Emptiness.”

The video has been created by Magrit Sibiryakov, a young director from Kyiv, who was able to unleash, through a kaleidoscope of images, the meanings inscribed in the track. In the words of the director herself:

This is the story of an elderly rocker who writes a letter to himself in his youth. He wants to warn himself against the fatal mistakes that still haunt him with nightmares. Disturbing actions, ominous presences, Dadaism, seduction and forlorn romance permeate the video: a work to provoke the beholder and to invite to reflection.

Harsh, swarming saxophone blows swirl around the galloping thunderous rhythms of heart-pounding beats and razor-sharp jagged guitar riffs to form a visceral ceremonial sway of unearthed tensions under ecstatic breathless male vocals, distant anxious female echoes, and deep animalistic snarls to evoke a relentless restlessness of repressed hallowed dimensions.

The lyrics blur the lines between Apocalyptic imagery, mental illness, and an oppressive system to bring chilling thought-provoking sentience to contemporary times.

An evocative film noir clip blends two alternate realities of consciousness into a dysphoric statement piece about modern post-societal culture. Dramatic lighting pulses subconscious wishes through a demented reality of obsessed fetishisms set against a romantic enchanted forest scene, where young lovers coexist in ignorant bliss, while menace and danger lurking nearby. Universal symbols, images, and colors elicit subliminal fears from a dark hellish dominion of lust, greed, and ritualistic obsession to push neurotic pleasures into overdrive. White witchy serenity caresses childlike play through the mind’s eye of imagination, conjuring utopic ecstasies and celestial reveries from the hidden psychological realms of voyeurism, to draw an invisible thread of disassociated isolation through a gothic fairy tale wasteland of broken dreams.

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