• Once the Melbourne club scene patriarch behind the EBM-Industrial/ dark mecca weekly club night Power Station, Kris Baha now resides in Berlin crafting the output of the label and telling tales from the lost party along.
  Much time has passed since Kris Baha swapped the parched red earth and searing midday sun of the Australian landscape for the brutalist buildings, communist-era apartment blocks and slate-grey skies of East Berlin. Now firmly embedded in his adopted city, Baha has become known for a trademark production style inspired by sun-baked hallucinatory visions and the clandestine, concrete-clad industrial hum of the metropolis after dark. Kris is now a regular fixture at celebrated Berlin institutions where he dives deep into the void, to deliver extended sets of otherworldly machine music driven by emotion and mood, be it energy, joy, lust or sadness. The same ethos applies to his hardware-driven, performance-based live shows, which were inspired by his love for the pioneering gigs of the first industrial music era, Yet it’s his own skewed, mutant productions for which Baha is undoubtedly best known. Inhibiting their own sonic space between Industrial, EBM, wave, post punk, early ‘90s IDM and krautrock. ‘Into The Dark’ is Kris latest single for 2021 and is a confrontational introspection haunted by anxiety, vulnerability and self examination while trying to hear through the noise over the last 6 months. ‘Into the Dark’ mirrors the feeling of late 80’s / 90’s musical transitional phases in the Industrial/ Wave scene and in some way is reflective of Kris’s current musical direction as he presents himself in a different shade of dark.

ELECTRONIC BODY HORROR

In music, darkness often devours itself. Those who nosedive down into synthpop’s more perverted forms — industrial, coldwave, darkwave, and all subgenres in between — tend to sacrifice themselves for the sake of the shadows. But that’s precisely what draws devotees in, both the machinists and their audience. The deconstruction of humanity into objective parts, autonomous beats, vocals smeared into alien sneers — these were the tools that proto-industrial types like Cabaret Voltaire and Throbbing Gristle employed to separate themselves from the punk rock ego, the explosion of self. Even in that light, Pyramid Club aren’t just followers of this self-negating cult. Indeed, both members of the clandestine duo have helmed their own projects — Chris Daresta with the cold techno of Anticipation, Matt Weiner with the chrome-clad but buoyant TWINS — and together they run DKA Records, international purveyors of murk. So while “Stay Behind” oozes with all the subversive sludge that devotees to the dark might expect, the Pyramid Club machine burbles and pulses in an uncommonly Technicolor display. The suave gear shift in the middle affirms the expert engineering at work here; Daresta and Weiner may be taking cues from their muses, but they’re clearly spiraling down a tunnel of their own design. -Immersive Atlanta

Two sets of deflecting coils: horizontal and vertical.The intensity of the beam can be varied. The electron beam produces a tiny, bright visible spot when it strikes the phosphor-coated screen. Performed, written and recorded on hardware.