The Italian DJ/producer Domenico Crisci is readying his Orgasma LP for digital and vinyl release on July 28th via the artist’s SUMMA CUM LAUDE label. As a producer, Crisci creates timeless-sounding techno with previous releases on L.I.E.S. Records, Opal Tapes, Russian Torrent Versions, Jealous God, as well as his own. “Acide” is our first listen-in on the upcoming album, and it is a dance floor burner. Combining hard pounding kicks, distorted percussive elements, and a flickering arpeggio, the producer’s minimalist approach showcases his expressionistic use of sonic texture on this cut.
“‘Orgasma’ album comes as pure, intense techno accompanied by this song never sung…” — Domenico Crisci
I’m back; straight back to my squared room
too small since forever: premature truth
This is not love at all, I can’t breathe
This captivity: it was before, it is now; it never ends! It yells at me: what are you now? what!
hurts me, accuses me; I don’t care, I’m ready, sharp!
a vitreous, yellow eye
consciousness becomes dream and nightmare, it’s a snap I despair, I inhale
a revolution, eternal cycle, orbit, serpent
the abdomen, ice; the common sense, deserted
I sweat out of these walls – you will never get me! I vibrate, tremble, deseo
the barricade unfold rough, cold, dirty
rectangles, vertigo in quarters
I lose myself with them, I lose myself with you that’s heavy, firm, advancing
holding us together
the acid points at the throat, bumping
I hold it back; it holds me back
pains, purities, fantasies
eyelids tighten, suicidal lovers: the fall…
and this culminating thrill owns our own selves
