Mem Pamal

Founder of the label Fantomatik Produktion, Mem Pamal began in electronic music in the 90s as a DJ in the team Acid Blaze in Saint Etienne, giving techno and hardcore vibrations.

While he’s in the music academy doing an electro –acoustic course he discovers synthesizers and the first free parties.

He joined Alternative System and made his first live shows. The story was only beginning. New productions succeeded one another.

In 2004 he released on Electro Lab Factory (the sub division of the label Ozore Age) a double CD « Longueur d’Ondes » (live and studio; translate “Wavelength”), with titles mixing transcore, drum and electro.

Two years after Mem Pamal came back on stage with a new album less psyche than his last releases, flirting with a deviant electro in which machines enjoy drawing melodies of the third kind, just like “Aube Skure” which opens the album with dissonant synthesizers modulating, using recurring streak furrows on which a kinetics pronunciation voice comes as a transplantation.

Mem Pamal new album, pertinently named Elektric, should once again, amaze a lot of people. Rhythms go through the bend of the binary to be transformed in syncopated beats , as the Earth rotation rate. As conductive materials, Elektric is full of looping before landing beside El Loco, the crazy machinist of a phantom circus, as he decided to play a soft sight of electronic inhumanity, calling out some animals we thought had forever disappeared.

On “He’s Feeling Down” a martial rate appears from the depth of a dance floor stiffened by the atmosphere full of metal sweatiness. A girl intones with a monotonous and robotic voice an hymn freed of feelings of frustration. During this time the world keeps turning, deviating from its orbit. Time becomes heavier and pulsations accelerate, “Mia” the mythic monster emerges from nothingness followed by the barbarian troops of “Princess Wanda” coming from the galaxy ELF to cast a psyche and electro billy spell over a planet buried under a security gangrene.

For “Special Thanx”, a flute distinguishes itself by giving conversation to a tribe of beats wasted inside by the will to explode. The cuts seize the control commands on “The Beat” and decide to make us dive into the dark and freezing water.

Underground is here calling you, hiding the hard techno torments on “Toolsy”. The descent is long and blind, the fall is delicious and with unexpected shocks, welcome in “You’re Week”, interval spatio temporal with elastic wall. “666 Spirit of the Salamander” closes the doors of this haunted house full of dying bodies. The world isn’t the one we see or have faith in, but the one we learn to forget.