Jet Black

Jet Black – L’Ère du Vide

Our time is characterized by a thirst for immediacy and instantaneous gratification. Expansive technological growth has increasingly fragmented our collective awareness and one can certainly wonder if there is any substantial meaning in investing time, energy and resources in the creation of new music – new music that will ultimately fade into generalized indifference. Why should one deploy continuous creative efforts if they will inevitably be swallowed whole by an endless tide of propositions? How should any artistic endeavor entail a significant intrinsic value for its authors; a value that could even transcend the outcome of its process?

To create is, more importantly, to perceive and understand the world in a certain way. Music then becomes the extension – or rather the representation – of the particular vision of its authors. The dark, noisy and dystopian character of an album is better defined by the valorization of critical thinking. Most of the time, this approach will highlight the absurdities generated by various mechanisms that now frame every piece of our existence. In such context, it seems difficult not to succumb to cynicism towards this post-modern desubstantialization, which, to use Gilles Lipovetsky's words, inevitably rhymes with the logic of emptiness.