No Soul No God No Devil No Existence

Bringing on the cold rush, seven tracks, all 3:33 long, Hajjs sound is among the most distinctive in his field on No Soul, No God, No Devil, No Existence. Influenced by Marian Dora’s 2009 film ‘The Angels’ Melancholia’, the album is perhaps best defined by the stark negative ecstasy of its highlight Drag Me Into the Void, presenting Hajj as a master of collage-like structure, in possession of a compelling grasp of atmosphere. It stands out from much of the contemporary french music were aware of for its oblique rejection of club muscularity in favour of more unusual, weightless pressure and suggestively gestural arrangements. Thats not to say its not ripe for certain moments in the club, it just doesnt give them readily.

Beginning like Biosphere doing dankest road rap with DJ Lostboi (anyone checked that Nedarb cut lurking on s Bandcamp purchase list yet?) in Our Lady of Darkness, he holds an immaculately dark-but-lush appeal from the K-hole nightmare of Loosing U 4 Ever to the cosmic plangency of Vox Tenebrae, meting out discomfiting intro rap like a fantasy Croww x Ronce in Heavens Calamity, and like Spectre x Pan Daijing in Do U Remember Bein Born, while his ear for saliva-inducing textures comes to fruition on the voyeuristic vortex of Burning Illusions, perfectly distilling the cold rush on an original mix of the glorious Drag Me Into the Void.