Ambient Cinema

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Between the Ultra Milkmaids, Dither and Elektroplasma, France appears to be producing her share of ambient malcontents, shut up in their bedrooms and dreaming of inhospitable environments. Elektroplasmic engineers Nils and Stélphanie encroach upon atmospheric no-man's lands where angels and devils alike would fear to tread. Neither alien nor earthly, the vistas they evoke exist outside of time, wastelands where the hiss of ammonia- belching fumaroles and churnings from within the belly of arcane, abandoned machinery complexes are the only signifiers of activity. The rhythmic quality of such self-perpetuating works betrays the involvement (at some point) of human hands. Such pitiful creatures, obsessed with the neatness and simplicity of mechanical repetition. Emissaries from other, more sophisticated races must have also passed through these zones, leaving behind evidence of their superior technologies like ghosts stranded on a battlefield. Into this dead world wander Elektroplasma, in mind if not in person, observing and exploring, their trespasses all but ignored by the industrial cenotaphs whose only inclination is to process absent data without complaint.