La Mverte

A figure which slips away through a padded door . Rushes on attracted by music with a hint of the forbidden . Enter into a place of ageless phenomena where a few souls slouch, bewitched by the muted rhythm. La Mverte, the solitary night owl, glides with subtelty among the ambling regulars. His rich base mixes the waves of metallic oscilloscopes which send out an italo-disco fragrance from bronze-toned lounges where ghosts with sensual halos shreik. « There is no reason to get excited » murmurs a deep voice (Crash Course). Everything seems in suspension , detached, furtive , almost eternal. « You’re in a loophole ». A temporal loophole which the acolytes Acid Washed have turned to advantage for an even more ghostly version than the original. La Mverte is in his element, the nonchalant Bacchus- worshipper. He recently worked with Hugo Capablanca for the piece « Distortion » (Astro Lab Recordings) and remixed « No More White Horses » David Shaw and the Beat (Her Majesty’s Ship) Enter into the intimate circles of his universe, « Through the Circles » to feel the emotion of this erogenous synth-wave. The heady giddiness brought on by his ivory and ebony synthés, to be only drawn by the acidic, threadbare stridences of « The Rim is Shot » Before leaving the panting throb of this first EP, get a nocturnal portrait. Here the automatic photo booth delivers an old style sepia photo, a reminder of the Studio Harcourt. Slip it into your breast pocket and press the secret of this tempting force against your heart.