Desinteresse ‎– Grijze Dromen 7"

In the mist-shrouded crossroads where old-school post-punk meets icy lo-fi coldwave, Desinteresse emerges as a stark, cutting presence—razor-sharp and unflinching. Their music is conjured from a lost era, with Bart’s basslines reverberating like a heartbeat teetering on the edge of collapse, while Sem’s synths and guitar riffs slice through the atmosphere like the biting chill of a North Sea wind. They draw deeply from the well of ’80s minimalism, channeling the dispassionate cool of Fad Gadget, the rigid mechanical precision of The Normal, and the unrelenting bleakness of early Cure.

Yet, it’s not just about the sound—it’s about the ethos. Desinteresse’s steadfast devotion to vintage equipment and aesthetics is a statement in itself, a salute to the analog days when each note carried weight, crafted through skill rather than software. The band doesn’t merely play their instruments; they engage with them in a visceral dance, coaxing out raw, unfiltered emotion. Their DIY ethic is as intrinsic to their identity as the music they create, a fierce rejection of digital convenience in favor of an unyielding pursuit of authenticity. Desinteresse stands as a defiant remnant of a time when music was a manifesto, a battle cry, and a relentless search for truth.Now Desinteresse has returned with their first release as a trio, now with Joppe de Swart playing the drums on a new offering entitled Grijze Dromen (Grey Dreams), recorded at The Lullaby Factory in Amsterdam, a completely analogue studio. Both songs are sung in their native Dutch.

Grijze Dromen unfurls like a somber incantation, steeped in the eerie echoes of classic post-punk. Its organ-like synths and relentless percussion create a stark landscape where the passage of time feels both inevitable and oppressive. The vocals, tinged with despair, wail through the mix, conjuring a world where emotions are numbed, and connections falter. In this desolate terrain, love’s once-promising warmth fades into a distant memory, leaving only the cold comfort of gray, indistinguishable days. The song offers no respite, only a stark reflection on the futility of dreams and the haunting choice between forgetting and confronting the darkness head-on. (Post-Punk.com)