Murcof - Luminaire

Murcof sits in front of a black curtain, staring at a black laptop. He wears black, and has black hair and a thick black goatee. This leaves only the rest of his face to look at during his performance, and it is a face that remains passive, barely moving. He might as well be made of wax.

He builds a fiercely static set, tonally very pure. What beats there are, when they come, have punch and bite, but the rhythms are languid. For the finale, a note builds like the largest church organ conceivable, a nothing, but an overpowering nothing, the audience struggling not to bow down before the new pagan gods of the sine wave.

His set lasts only 45 minutes, but it has eternity within its grasp.