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Circlusion

by DVRST

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1.
U 2 07:50
just let me be just let me be the hedgehog in the fog just let me preferring to dive into unreal worlds keeping people by the hand without letting it hurt in this state of no disturb I am the hoverin’ your sweetest fuckup not anymore botherin’ accepting my lock up screw driver, screw u in your face, fuck u bullet drain drown crew we cruise around u roll down our windows we shoot you with those spree weapons we chose to kill u you can’t hide behind your stupid face you cannot fuck a mermaid shoving your needs into other peoples faces like who do you think you are not even bono digs you your bone dick sucks I suck you in my vacuum cleaner and spit you in a fucking crematory u greesy, beery privilege float in sad beauty my queen of low powers and leave your eyes down if it feels safe there float in sad power, beauty my queen, mighty horse you’re still on your feet and your hands in the air seek for the sea girl when it takes u there
2.
Spoon 07:54
there’s ink in her skin and it's paling like signs gone unreadable soon there are ships in her feet and they’re sailing and it all feels too big like her spoon and Vince lifts his skirt, shines “I told you so!” fake tiger goes grumpy and wild: “you did what you could, the rest is a guess so lean back and remain like u died - glass lifted, mind's gifted, the center it stays on two ships gone sailing, no matter the waves no matter the waves.” “maybe it is just all thought apart”, suggests indestructible heart. “It’s more that I feel no regard It’s more that I feel no regard!” waters be sprinklin’ haters be drinkin’ ma waters be sprinklin’ ma haters be drinkin’ ma meadow’s to share the curtains run blood ma meadow’s gone blind they just use their hearts and hands to find pumpin’ the undefined their eyes too calm to glance a comb full of straws ma fingers in raw ma linger for life ma linger for life to reawake the muscle I take it out with faith to let it see the sun and to figure with embrace that light’s not gone that light’s not gone so I lay, golden tears, rhizom lines down ma ears so I lay, golden tears, rhizom lines down ma ears and ma waters be sprinkling and ma haters be drinking I’ll never be found in here So I lay, golden tears rhizom lines down ma ears
3.
QnA 08:30
I like them crazy I like them raw I need them fucked up enough to open a door no fear to walk somewhere where your lips gon’ taste like fur and your hands gonna stir the water that we need to swim for witchwitchwitchwitchwitchwitchwitchwitch whore what u came for what u came for why does it feel so good to see you on the floor what u came for what u came for why does it feel so ah to see you on the floor witchwitchwitchwitchwitchwitchwitchwitch smoke in your butthole kill as long he’s poor it’s a reflection of the No it’s the only way to go smoke in your butthole kill as long he’s poor you fucking whore whore why do you look so fine pushing me on the floor the kid looks up at the father but its words don’t come out there is no what you’d like rather and locked be thy sprout the kid looks up at the father But its words don’t come out there is no what you’d like rather and locked be thy sprout you fucking whore Why do you look so fine pushing me on the floor you fucking whore why do you look so fine the blackness of their eyes is assembling the reflection of what u never understood the blackness of their eyes is assembling the reflection of what u never understood you can let go now you don’t have to you can let go now you don’t just die just die away from my insides away from my blindsides
4.
5.
the cube is light, open and wide I sit inside, breathing deserts air the colors are spreadin’ and slappin’ the tide it’s pulsing beauty it’s pulsing beauty to Neverwhere no ladder to put 'cause yet it is there this trembling odd lightning I am here to care it frightens so much I wanna fuck it away just don’t wanna hold on to this trust that i share the horse stepped by the horse stepped by sayin’ hi once in a while it doesn’t dare to come close I feel it, I feel it, I feel it being shy it turns into myself and then rests in calm sigh in my cube, blending gunshots while paving stones fly I see no fuckin’ flowers where should i put this shit I bloom to pulse in burnin’ creamy chimera lit I see no fuckin’ flowers where should i put this shit I bloom to pulse in burnin’ creamy chimera lit make me feel like one a dem bitches, ya man nuh deal wi dem masta witches, no fuck ya show actin’ cool like dem fridges fridge is machine I am real man fuck this the storm is not to come it is already on smashing windows with tombstones to revel my dawn the storm is not to come It is already on smashing windows with tombstones to revel my dawn the horse stepped by the horse stepped by sayin’ hi once in a while it doesn’t dare to come close I feel it, I feel it, I feel it being shy it turns into myself in my cube, blending gunshots while paving stones fly the storm is not to come It is already on the storm is not to come It is already on the storm is not to come It is already on smashing windows to revel my dawn

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CIRCLUSION

"a word that describes workers of the anus and the mouth, the vagina and the hand as active instead of passive (...) the ring and the tube are rendered active. that’s all there is to it."
Bini Adamczak, On Circlusion, 2016

“Circlusion” stands for an autonomous take on the allegedly diametric term of phallic penetration. Taking a grip of active pleasure for which there hadn’t even been a word for it before Adamczak’s essay in 2016, DVRST transgressively use the term for acts of personal and political empowerment to raise questions about privilege and power structures.

As such, their distinctively creeping industrial bass music tends to gradually suck recipients into their own abyss of self-perception, trauma and binary patterns of thought. Dragging drums consistently collide with dissolved walls of repetition, relishing the trance potential of classical minimalism, thus becoming the only perceivable sense of safety. As binding matter, deep swirling synths form an undertone of severe drone pressure as well as of volatile evaporation. While encrypted layers of vocalism roast the unease artistically and societally, they seemingly transform into entities of collective outrage hiving off into utopian spaces of solidarity.

Since late 2017, the duo Tanja Fuchs and Vinzenz Landl have been working together, creating auditory pieces stemming from their common background of pop flavoured free improvisational music. The emerging soundscapes breed discord and unity between contemporary club culture and avant garde noise.

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released July 17, 2020

all compositions by Vinzenz Landl and Tanja Fuchs
synthesizer, drums by Vinzenz Landl
vocals, electronics by Tanja Fuchs
lyrics by Tanja Fuchs
1, additional lyrics by Vinzenz Landl
4, synthesizer by Thomas Auer
1, 3, 5, vocals recorded by Moritz Morast
mixed by Moritz Morast
mastered by Dino Spiluttini
artwork by Gergő Kovács
background photography by Moritz Morast
press photography by Elisa Unger

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DVRST Vienna, Austria

Tanja Fuchs & Vinzenz Landl (DE/AT)

Duo consisting of ABU GABI and ND VVarl0rd, breeding discord and unity between club culture and experimental noise.
Post-rave drones moving the illbient and deconstructed, influenced by potentials of trance out of classical minimalism. Deep swirling synths, painful poems, dripping vocal spheres, creeping bass music into the abyss of self.
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