Le futur c'est la drogue (vinyl)

Christophe Clébard describes himself as follows: “Clébard is brutalism.” The term suggests a raw, undecorated frontal approach, yet his work may be better situated on the side of art brut, through a practice without mediation or filter.

His writing, often in French (which is not his mother tongue), is free, stripped of any syntactic rigidity. It goes straight to the point: repeated words strike like balls against a wall, revealing the darker zones of his mind where guilt, fear, and existential anxiety coexist.

The sound composition, equally minimal, sustains a dense and obsessive mental space, a vortex in which trance appears as the only escape. Driving drum machines, relentlessly hammered electronic loops, and a battered synthesizer, his music acts as an outlet and unfolds within a physical, strangely hypnotic synth-punk aesthetic that hits viscerally.
Here, the title,

Le Futur c’est la drogue, which should here be translated as The Future Is the Drug, is not to be read as a promise, but as a statement of fact. The present is no longer an experience, but pure consumption. Life itself has taken the form of a dependency.