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By realising itself in the perfect sound, music has committed suicide. There is no such thing as musicality anymore, not due to a lack of education or the rant against it by experimental avantgardes. No. Its material, sound, has risen atop and covered that depth called music in an omnipresent surface. The end of music is sound.

This is the assumption on which my first album is based. For me, this was a catastrophic insight rather than a mere theory. I noticed that my own listening became increasingly subsumed by surfaces, styles, "aesthetics". Production. In classical music (where I come from) the score and the sound both point towards each other. The score is a representation that should point towards a sound. The sound of a performance references the score. However, the essence of music lies in neither of them but in this kind of mysterious, imagined relationship. Electronic music has no score. It is pure appearance. It's usually nothing but sound effects today. Yet everything truly worthwhile is beyond appearance.

From this emerged my desperate search for depth which resulted in these 20 pieces. Each of them is based on another piece as sound material: The first half is made from mainstream pop songs, the second of sacred Renaissance music. My point was to show that all of music that we listen to digitally and online is affected by this hidden apocalypse. In hindsight it appears to me that what I did in this album was threefold:

1. I committed the crime myself. I produced, polished, filtered, varnished former music into sounds.

2. I tried to make this silent disaster obvious and

3. make it rise to the surface, thereby nullify it. Just like it happened to what was once called 'music' before.