Dead Season by iamnoone

The last couple of years have been a Dead Season for most of us.
We discovered that things we deemed important were, in fact, of no consequence, or things we took for granted, like handshakes, hugs, kisses…were all lost for an unforeseeable long time.
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This Dead Season saw us changing the way we lived our music, too: once together, now apart; once playing, listening, dancing in the same room, now entrusting our notes to the Ether, like messages in bottles committed to the seas, in the hope whomever gets them, will understand their secret meaning.
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These songs are the cries of our souls staring into the Abyss. The desperation, the frustration, the will not to break under extreme circumstances, but also the love, the hope to get soon back to a life we can look forward to.
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We dedicate these feelings to all the brave souls who are still fighting to make it through this Dead Season, and to those who didn’t make it.
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Iamnoone:
philippe marlat
seth

Sometimes, a path one chooses, crosses another path chosen by a like-minded person.
iamnoone was born at one of these crossroads.
Cold wave, dark wave, occult wave could be genres that give an idea about iamnoone music.
Everything is shrouded in the atmosphere of a dream, of a trip to the deep self, of a search for the inner light.
We believe only through being no one we can, at last, reach peace.

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