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1 week ago | post-punk.com | Alice Teeple

Larsovitch was born in the artistic factory Friche Mimi in Montpellier at the end of 2020. The premise was quite simple: to compose dark yet danceable music, using old machines while doing away with computers.

1 week ago | post-punk.com | Alice Teeple

The state of Washington’s Static Ghost storms from Olympia’s subterranean circuits with a debut that drives deep into the marrow of modern electronic body music. Out this May via Verboden Records, the album thrums with primal pulse, sweat-soaked synth lines, and savage basslines, conjuring an industrial invocation electrified by visceral urgency. The first taste arrives in BREACHINGFLESH, a bruising EBM track bristling with brutality.

1 week ago | post-punk.com | Alice Teeple

Swiss ensemble Future Faces, forged in Geneva’s DIY crucible, distill coldwave into something sharp yet spectral: steel-sprung post-punk threaded through with the fray of Dadaist disorder and romantic decay. Since 2017, the quartet (Alex Muller, Matthieu Baumann, Ludovic Lacroix, Léa Martinez) have sculpted sound from static, splicing industrial urgency with glacial elegance.

1 week ago | post-punk.com | Alice Teeple

Every Day I Die marks the stark solo emergence of THEODOROS, known to many as the voice behind Lefki Symphonia. Here, there is no looking back—only downward, inward, and through. This is not a torch passed, but a fire reignited. Cold synths crack like bone under pressure, guitars slice with surgical detachment, and drums stomp forward like funeral processions draped in decay. Theodoros’ voice intones allegories and elegies with the steely calm of someone who’s already walked through every flame.

1 week ago | post-punk.com | Alice Teeple

Lacquer, the singular vision of Madrid artist Raquel Torre, casts her spell through cool control and crystalline composition. Known for stints in Berlin and London outfits like Glaas and Retrofuture, Torre’s solo output under the Lacquer banner has steadily shifted from sparse coldwave to sleek, silvered Italo shapes. On Gone, her latest full-length, Torre pulls from the late-night loneliness of Berlin’s last call: loss lingering in drum machines, synths sighing like they’re exhaling regret.