Room 212 Presents: Clouds

Friday | August 9th | Cherry | 10PM - LATE

Hardcore noise swirling over break-neck percussion evolves and envelopes, without overreaching, never conceding to gimmickry. Ecstasy binds itself together with impending dread, like being caught in the atmosphere while the planet below you implodes. Faint cries from past eras are carefully tabbed and then hurled into a post-industrial hell-future, a future that they wield perfectly, in which the listener is reluctant to leave yet hesitant to stay: This is where Clouds place you.

A feeling of euphoria repeating, reducing, and then degrading upon blown out sub frequencies that distort and twist as if in a dream, forming whole new worlds of texture and pressure, colour and bliss. Their trance inducing hooks borrow the urgencies and rhythms of early Hardcore and Jungle, alongside the manic paradoxes of abhorrent, rinsed out, joyful Gabber, or the obnoxious glee of Hardstyle, achieving a poetry seemingly at odds with itself, but without sounding crude.