Your creaking cosmic revelation, without beginning and without end
Squeaks, creaks and grunts. Where does it begin and where does it end? Cantenac Dagar embodies the present, the past and the future. The duo is armed with nothing more and nothing less than a mouth, a banjo, bells, a cassette player and two bodies. They make musique brute, infused with an unfamiliar folklore, traversed by an ocean of punk energy. Cantenac Dagar sets off, taking everyone they meet in their path. As if under a stark hypnosis, you wander behind the gritty soundscape. Grainy, ripping and screeching textures of sound. created over the course of the ominous journey. An internal, brusque storm that blows over your orientation for time.
Squeaking, creaking and revelatory.
If gravel could hypnotize you.