Universe 217 video clips

Check out three beautifully made video clips by greek band, Universe 217. Somehow a state of art. Support them. Visit their MySpace page by clicking here.


In Your Head


I Don't Give a Damn


Prey

As the band claims:

The concept is simple. The very moment, between a choice made, and a deed done. Key to this the repetation of certain ideas and sequences slowed down, or timelapsed.

UNIVERSE 217 "II" (DIY)

This second release of unique Universe 217 isn’t dilated in further surprises than their debut full-length, a review of which can be found at older posts of this blog page. Collaborator Basiliko Entero had written some seriously great stuff about that eventful album, in fact. I’d be fain to add some lines on what senses the band is actually provoking but, unfortunately, Universe 217′s “II” is created with alike pleasant furbidity. The band’s mystagogy may still be unfathomed since these guys probably are of the pioneers of such thud sounds and atmosphere. You can’t just choose their music sectionally since the obvious aim of the band is to make you fully appreciate their obstructive masterpieces once you listen to this in all of its length and order. Therefore, it’s clear that such kind of sounds are somehow newly born and their beauty is yet to be explored. To botch, though, this review I’d say that the music of Universe 217 can be pretty bothersome. Their boozed tunes and constant vocal anxiety benefit the audience’s ignorance which, in fact, can’t stand even a dog’s chance when faced with the band’s grotesque. I’m not really sure if anyone can endure their beautiful croon for evermore. The result, though, of this somehow new excretion is a record stripped of stereotypes and common musical norms with a “below hell” tempo and some striking womanly vocals performed by Tania (one of the greatest recent indigenous talents, indeed). The wondrous world of Universe 217 is here to extend your perception on musical limits. You can still pay a visit if you dare.

Miltos XIC

UNIVERSE 217 "Self-titled" (Duplicate)

The number “66″ will show and the communion takes place with torturing rhythms that grab you by the throat. Melodies by the stringed parts of the band are scratching your entrails and the voice that comes out of the resonators is felt all over your body. It persuades you on what it speaks about and it has so very damned stigmatized its whole universe, your one and all humanity’s universe, too. As the record flows you are totally shocked and you want just to curl on your bed in embryoid position and wonder about everything. You can’t push the “repeat” button in one song or two. You just let this album drag you into its abyss. In fact you’re in need of listening to this every fucking time. You also get weighed as the introductional lies of “Harmless” pierces your ears and ends up inside your heart. As the tempo increases, you truly feel like someone kills you in some ecstatic way. The voice! This voice keeps scratching your brain, keeps paining you, keeps bothering you. And the tunes appear like they’re tunes of a far east oasis. It’s almost like the earth is leaning and you’re running toward the opposite side to find something to grab from. It’s futile though for when “I Don’t Give a Damn” is sounded you feel you’ve been dragged into the shifting sand at the end of the road. And you travel to places far where the hot sand scratches your eyes, trying to find a destination without a compass. It’s all “In Your Head” after all. This voice is yelling out at you from the beginning of the peregrination. But you can’t stop sensing the flames of hell (“Inferno”) burning your shoulders, reminding you that you are carnal, you bleed, you’re not of amaranthine nature. The ashes of your burnt existence are filling your lungs. It is then that you find out that the lungs of the whole world lack in honesty (“Nobody’s Sincere”). And you accept the whole fucking situation and you “Swallow” the earthly venoms, carrying on, for the number “66″ will show and the communion takes place with torturing rhythms that grab you by the throat. Melodies by the stringed parts of the band are scratching your entrails and the voice that comes out of the resonators is felt all over your body. It persuades you on what it speaks about…

Basiliko Entero