Kinokoragú きのこラグー by BOYSE

Hotel Yukon on Hundertrwasser street. Phil Marlowe is falling asleep. His windows are illuminated by a neon billboard for Ono-Sendai terminals company. It’s cold inside and the bedsheets are a little stale. We’ve survived cyberpunk visions of the 20th century collapse, only to witness the apocalypse turn into an amusement park. There is no time for sentiment. How could cyberpunk sound if it wasn’t retro? How could sound the perfect soundtrack to the Blade Runner sequel?

During their live jam session, multi-instrumentalist Petr Vrba and electronic musician Martin Nabelek found a neuralgic puncture, resurrecting the aesthetics of cyberpunk, just like the original Frankenstein. No remake. Only the scenes are different. As if it was a homage to everyone, who had foretold hell on earth in the worst scenarios one can imagine, from those who live the future knowing that reality can always surmount the artistic vision.

Enjoy your instant Kinokoragú, while you still can.

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