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Alright, Parisian post-rock enthusiasts, buckle up—Vantre’s back, and they’re not here to coddle your eardrums. Mark your calendars: “Clonocracy” drops March 14, 2025, and this seven-minute, bass-soaked odyssey is part Blade Runner fever dream, part existential gut-punch. Oh, and no vocals—just three guys from South Paris armed with instruments, cranking out a soundscape so vivid, you’ll swear you heard lyrics.
This track’s a slow burn with a flamethrower payoff. It starts like a nervous heartbeat—soft, eerie, the calm before the storm. Then, outta nowhere, those basslines rise like Godzilla from the Seine. By minute three, you’re either moshing alone in your kitchen or having an epiphany about humanity’s doomed love affair with cloning. Maybe both.
Produced by studio wizard Peter Deimel (Shellac, The Kills) and mixed by Amaury Sauvé (Birds in Row), “Clonocracy” isn’t just music—it’s a dystopian audiobook your therapist would side-eye. Imagine if Mad Max scored a collab with a philosophy PhD. Clones? Check. Resource wars? Check. Religious cults mutating faster than a TikTok trend? Oh, oui. And Stéphane Colle’s accompanying video? Let’s just say it’s Black Mirror meets a Dali painting. You’ll watch it twice. Once to process, once to panic.
Vantre’s not your dad’s post-rock. These guys are the sonic lovechild of a jazz improv night and a punk squat. Since forming, they’ve lurked in Paris’ underground like a myth—until now. With four indie labels (Araki, Cœur sur Toi, Tables Basse, Forbidden Place) backing this chaos, “Clonocracy” isn’t just a single—it’s a manifesto. And live? Catch them March 18 at Petit Bain, opening for psych-rockers Mother’s Cake.
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“Clonocracy” is the track you blast when you’re sick of subtitles and want your music to mean something. It’s for midnight drives, existential crisesss, and reminding your neighbors that yes, your speakers do go to 11.
I played this while microwaving leftovers. Big mistake. By the five-minute mark, I’d forgotten my burrito and was staring at my cat like, “Do YOU ever wonder if we’re all just clones?” Vantre’s genius isn’t just their sound—it’s how they make silence scream. No vocals? Who needs ’em when the guitars sound this apocalyptic?
So here’s my hot take: Clear your schedule for March 14. Let “Clonocracy” hijack your commute, your gym session, that Zoom meeting you’re zoning out of. And if you’re in Paris on the 18th? Go. Petit Bain’s intimate, sweaty, and rumor has it, their bass drops can liquify organs. In a good way.
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