Noromakina - Luna
It was 2009 and in the Bogotá full of contrasts, Juan Manuel, A.k.a Mel Zb., began his stable artistic tenure that led him to debut the following year with the single Despair. Nothing can stop this mind covered in South American dust: the heat and cold as the seedling of suffering that expands its pulse to envelope what comes across its gothic field.
The last alcoholic drink is Luna, an electronic manifesto, soaked in Retrowave liquids, EBM and the usual ability to bring the mix of Post-Punk and Synthwave into its singing, the recitative that immobilises every distraction. Enveloping, enthralling music, truly a sublime cocktail of purple-coloured liquids, capable of clouding all resistance and winning over a listener who genuflects before the power perfectly laced with minimalist melody. A series of electronic nails that are hammered out by her will, the unique queen of a track that smells of perfection.

Noromakina - Vile Vortex
An album can have the capacity to gather the steps of a path, to exhibit the signs of needs comparable to attitudinal movements full of magical constellations that are not always dark. Mel Zb warms the night with avalanches of beats, of sensory shortcuts to make our bodies stiffen in nervous but stable dances. A master of elegance who fortifies the craters of musical genres in dire need of revitalisation. Punctual, precise, the Colombian musician launches the attack on mediocrity with twelve vessels, with around them the symptomatology of an ecstasy that seeks to procure food with our listening and to infect our every desire. With perfect mastering by Pedro Code (the genius Prince of the darkwave machine IAMTHESHADOW), we are treated to a prodigious ride into the heart of the early 2000s, with handfuls of glances towards the most cultured EBM of the late 1980s. The perfect synchronisation of analogue instruments and the modern digital sampler, puts the artist in a position to oscillate in the long waves of possibilities, shuffling the cards, while the dance floor never ceases to receive stimuli and create pleasant and sombre clogs. A show of strength, a condensation of inspirations and conflicts trained to develop a remarkable research. An album that smells of internationality, free to spread its thorns, with in addition a remarkable work of lyrics swollen with mystery, like an incomprehensible but pleasant wound. The album ignites memories, makes one visit areas of the mind like a necrosis that produces vitamins, an infinite range of contradictions that are incredibly cunning in becoming gems, to darken the night even more, to celebrate its beauty and meaning, while the breath is scattered in the dancing zone...

Alex Dematteis

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