Nadir is the opposite of Zenith. The latter refers to a high point, the first to the lowest point. It’s also the intriguing title of Steven Warwick aka Heatsick’s new release. The album is conceived as a conceptual mixtape. It deals with contemporary issues as dislocation, emotional fragmentation and intermediation — or the tension between the so-called ‘real’ or material and the virtual world. Every song is a collage of seemingly banal fragments out of (his?) daily live. The lyrics could be random snippets derived from newfeeds, or Peréc-like observations devoid of meaning. Somewhere he sings: “The mezzanine is your dancefloor. It is your Chessboard” and “It feels like an airport, the difference is… at any plane you can choose to leave.”
The mood of Nadir is melancholic, the sound artificial and synthetic. It’s an open record that mixes the literality of pop art with modernist dandyism. It provides a complex of clues, leaving you confused in a most compelling way.