Like their name suggests, Videograve explores the dark side of modern technology. Flatphreaks came about thinking on screen-culture: Faces literally buried into screen-fire-flatness a die in diem, bodies are emptying themselves out into the cloud, 5 years becomes 5 seconds. Time becomes junk, life is expanded and shortened, bodies are flattened out and stretched into information infinity. Anyone is anywhere-at-any-time. As screens become more engorged with the world in an attempt to utterly describe it, the macrocosm beyond it becomes darker. Paranoia takes root, a reality once trusted becomes a thing mired in deceit, up-rooted by the network. Everyone is a flattened, disfigured phreak in the new-world-network.

Videograve’s fourth release is a 10-track industrial synth pop album greased up in machine melancholy. Flatphreaks constructs an amalgam of writhing, rubbery funk riffs and somber melodies on a foundation of signature punchy percussion and creeping rhythmic elements. These tracks highlight moments of music and sound design improvisation, and focus on raw, broad edits by ear over strict sequences on the grid.