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Know what you want
Know what you need
In a crap night in hell
It's not what it seems
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Whats the fuckup!
What's up
What's up
What's up
What's up
What's up
What's up
What's up
What's up
What's up
Who gives a fuck
Who gives a fuck
What's up
What's up
Who gives a fuck
What's up
Who gives a fuck
Who gives a fuck
What's up
What's up
Materialist disintegration
Integration
Deconstructed education
Eliminates imagination
Eliminates
Inverted and perverted
What's up, what's up
What's up
What's up, what's up
What's up, what's up
Ecologic damnation
Ecologic
Who gives a fuck
About climate annihilation
What's up, what's up
The spectacle of alienation
Through commodification
Without realisation
Propagandistic preaching
Consumerist leaching
Capitalist bleeding
The spectacle feeding
Twisted
The twisted reason
That work is freedom
What's up
In random number generating
Algorithmic equations
What's up
Anyone knows what's up
We're all blind
Seek the truth
In what you see
In random number generating
Equations
Between the lines
To see the truth
Turn what is said
On its head
Homogeneous reality
Destroying humanity
What's up, what's up
What's up
Brainwashed and dazed
What's up
Before it's too late
Everything's the fuckup
Get out of the narcissistic state
Of consumptive haze
Brainwashed and dazed
Before it's too late
That's the fuckup
Before it's too late
Get out of the crazy meat thing
Fucked world that we live in
And make it a better place
Before the stupid fucking
Humans destroy
Everything
Before it's too late
We have to change
And change it all
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Whats up!
What's up
What's up
What's up
What's up
What's up
What's up
What's up
What's up
What's up
Who gives a fuck
Who gives a fuck
What's up
What's up
Who gives a fuck
what's up
Who gives a fuck
Who gives a fuck
What's up
What's up
Materialist disintegration
Deconstructive education
Eliminates imagination
What's up, what's up
What's up
What's up
imagination shoot
Who gives a fuck
About climate annihilation
The spectacle of alienation
Through commodification
What's up, what's up
So
See
The twisted reason
That work is freedom
What's up, what's up
What's up
What's up
That's what's up
Society is dead
What's up
Broken up
What's up
Turn what is said
On it's head
Between the lines
And the lies
The spectacle thrives
What's up
Get out of the narcissistic state
Of consumptive haze
What's up
What's up
Before it's too late
Everything's the fuckup
Brainwashed and dazed
Before it's too late
Before the stupid
Fucking humans destroy
Everything
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‘Whats wrong with a night in…hell! EP is a glimpse into the kaleidoscopic avant agit pop world of Findebourde. The opener, ‘Anightin…hell!’ describes a sound as if ‘Rumours’ period Fleetwood Mac smashed against the guitar rock of Van Halen in a blender served up at some late night run down American plastic chrome bar, circa mid 1980’s, the ensuing sonic mashup descending into a psychedelic Dante’s cyclic infernum.
‘What’s the fuckup!’s analogue synth fuelled distorted disturbia flows through an environmentalist situationist rap that bites at the core of complacency.
‘Fnord No.0’ serves as a discontinuation and plane of calm before the storm of ‘What’s up!’, an in your face EDM meets alt rock opus, utilising a continuation of the vocalisations of ‘…fuckup!’ wrapped up in the more accessible give of techno pop.
The EP concludes with ‘The dead reckon zone’ an atmospheric and haunting traverse into the proverbial zone, one could imagine a Tarkovsky film soundtrack.
Beechsloth.com says:
Findebourde seems to say “good luck pining us down” on the highly eclectic mix of “What’s up with a Night in…Hell!”. The genre-jumping is enough to cause whiplash for they stylistically sample in ways that feel so original. Drone, dance, rock, ambient, noise, whatever else they have in their grab bag, all of these gets utilized in a myriad number of ways. They have fun with this tact quite clearly for the songs seem to melt away only to be reconfigured a moment later. Beyond bizarre, the resulting textures are beguiling jewels, with no exception and no explanation provided.
“Anightin…Hell!” starts things off on a cryptic note. With nods to Trans Am at their most hallucinogenic, the song builds itself up into a bizarre series of krautrock rhythms mixed with distorted noisy riffs. Truly alien “What’s the Fuckup!” takes things into more abstract territory featuring a sonic universe that refuses to clarify itself, instead fully embracing a mucky, murky territory. “Fnord No.0” offers a palette-cleansing experience, quite pretty in many ways. Beats hit with a dancefloor vigor on the industrial aesthetics of “What’s up!” with the groove moving steady and gracefully forward. Easily the strangest and most haunting track “The Dead Reckon Zone” ends the collection off with a harrowing series of uneasy noises that linger on into the infinite.
Incredibly surprising from start to finish, Findebourde completely defy all categorization on the kaleidoscopic trip of “What’s up with a Night in…Hell!”.
released October 15, 2021
All music and words by Findebourde
Mixed and mastered at Hillystudios, France
Published by Van Steene Music/Kobalt
