WL//WH Video Of The Day: WLADYSLAW TREJO “Nuestra Voz”

Video Of The Day Wladyslaw Trejo

After the wide impact of last year’s “Es Una Bestia” via Polytechnic Youth, Spain-based ‘synthpunk expressionist’ and one half of the Synthwave duo Slovenska Televiza, Wladyslaw Trejo, returns with a 7″ single in an ultra-limited and numbered edition of 13 exclusive copies, each one literally carved in real-time on lathe cut vinyl, through the DIY micro-label Leipzig Inn Records.

The 2 tracker, dedicated to Warsaw, features “Nuestra Voz, a poem wrapped in sharp synthesizers about the silent threat of totalitarianism, paired with an eye-opening video clip that amplifies its meaning and serves as a metaphor, and an instrumental track, “Tranzyt W”, that portrays the walk of an inveterate observer, Wladyslaw himself, through the streets of modern Warsaw.

“Nuestra Voz” is distinctive of Trejo’s both mind-bending and heady whirlwinds of frantic, off-kilter dark electronics, industrialized syncopated rhythms and almost claustrophobic slabs of sound over his emotion-ridden neurotic vocalizations.
Ominous buzzing bass lines spark fear and terror with airy swirling oppressive synth swathes and hypnotic, tight marching beats to form eerie mystical electronic textures around intense and distressed vocals shouting dark esoteric lyrics to inject nihilistic dread through sinister dazzling effects and haunting sizzling frequencies pausing dramatically before exploding into a bombastic blitz of noise annihilation and ubiquitous totalitarian oppression.

A soul-stirring clip from Jerzy Bossak and Jaroslaw Brzozowski‘s 1956 short film “Warszawa,” part of the series of Polish documentaries known as “The Black Series”, about the dangers and the shocking quality of life facing inhabitants of Warsaw’s old town after the extensive devastating bombing it underwent in World War II. Vintage black and white footage of a war-torn apartment building plagued by pestilence, broken bones, and a 10-story high debris infused crater where children wander perilously close to death, oblivious to the multitude of dangers lurking at arm’s length.

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