VO.I.D

We are an orchestra, manoeuvring in storms and white-light. We trans/be-thunder the world's din into transcendence´s Silence. We operate with intensivity, we being Robert Hnát - computers and Martin Jarolím - effect-ed vocal outbursts.
A magnanimous uproar with a circular conception of time. A fulminating prayer, joyous gushing forth of expression. It is a spontaneous "articulation"of energy, equivalent to the music's texture. Verbalisations may be misleading. The purpose of our "words" is phonic, not semantic.

An "eidetic" ideal of sound is beyond our given possibilities. It would be a hypersonic outburst, an absorptive Proto-tone, burning its way into the Unbeholdable. Words cannot approach its essence - perhaps a fragrance or death could come nearer. It should be created by a strong electromagnetic emission, the shimmer of the stars. It should contain tectonic vibrations, the smell of roes, proteins and angelic lovingness, loving agression.