Room 414, The Concession
- Dominique Bassal
- Duration: 8:12
- Instrumentation: 7.1-channel fixed medium
- Publisher(s): Ymx média
- ISWC: T9264734841
“At the entrance to this place, we can barely escape total flattening under a colossal pillar of glass that crashes within a few millimeters of us.
During our passage here, other cylinders will thus fall down very close to us, but this first one will remain the most massive.
Everything here is white. Both the background, rather skeletal, as well as the swarms of winged, croaking creatures of all sizes who harass us, without ever pausing. Someone wants to pressure us to get something, maybe a confession?
We now arrive at a central oasis, which is also a veritable respite: it is a lake made up of clouds of vapour running quietly close to the ground, and from where we get the shards of a strange whining, a kind of languishing concession, a dragging and repeated lamentation.
The voice is mechanized, with accents from beyond the grave, but also has a strangely insistent and demonstrative component.
“See, it’s easy, you can do it too…” seems to be the underlying message.”