Coco Haez, one of the souls and brains behind the lost but not forgotten Amok house, a stronghold in Aalst for alternative coffee, art and cycling culture was inspired by the dark techno sound of Inhalants’ weed etiquette.
What does the music sound like?
Sophisticated and inventive words are used to write an adequate and fitting text about the artists and their sounds. And facts. Where are they from, how old are they? Married? Gay? What other music do they like? What other artists does there music sound like? I could have written it all down, but I didn’t. My head felt like the swamps described in the lines below and I could not get an interesting word on paper. So I asked my friend AJ to write some poetry on the music and write down all that comes to mind while listening to the grinding underwater sounds of Inhalants. I think it describes their music more accurately than anything I would have written. Enjoy Inhalants through the poetry of AJ Falelavaki. And check out their show, it will take you places you have never been.
motorcycle march – warneton warning – coeur joyeux
glitchy yet smoothy
drops of clear babyblue neon bulbs
calling up curiosity for what lies beneath this lake-looking vision promptly popping up
making way for an invitation through a dark wood
shit. im early to the party
dirty fuckin rotterdam colonized the floor
not knowing if this calls for uppers or downers.
no need to get equalized
too clean for swamping
too dirty for bathing
this sounds sophisticated
belongs in a berlin club with a waiting line
and a doorlady in doubt.
by the time i got in i realised i was way out.
looking for company in a hazy moodswing.
rather pulling than pushing – pulling in
doorman said yes but i stay hesitant.
euro cellar claps gets my body
moving faster than my brain could.
so i decide to move
all the way in.
now i want all the way
taken all the way
shit. how did i end up under this waterbed.
was that fireworks or did i accidentally
short little shock.
pounds. not soft.
the kinda music thats used for an amateur opiate enhanced softcore short.
t o n g u e s.
s a l i v a .
reds and blues – fluid transition of color into slowed down intercourse whipped firmly into shape.
imagine a room.
human sweat dripping from the ceiling.
only bright when dark drools inside.
the kinda music that allows you to a whole range of drugs.
even solid when sober.
as rich as it is hollow –
it’s titsweating thigh tightening
feet stompin ground
head in the nightskies
we are in a fucking zoo.
not sure if free or trapped.
as if for once you’d be comfortable with crawling through the K-hole.
this is a sexy swamp.
scary to some – sacred to few
a water world explored
expecting explosion only to leave you unexposed to