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The Walton Hoax

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New Remix: "Fall" by Pixel Fix.

“You keep me happy when I say you'll lead me back to you.”

We are immensely proud to present our newest offering, a remix of Pixel Fix's “Fall”. This Oxford-based band is well on its way to conquer the airwaves with their awesome sound and their new EP, which will be released next week, and for which they are getting a lot of deserved radio play and blog love from all over the internet. Needless to say, we were more than honored when they contacted us. 

Whilst working on this “Refix”, promotor “SirChillicious” asked us if we were interested in contributing to his Milestones Compilation, celebrating his Youtube channel's 10.000 subs and 1.000.000 million views. He couldn’t have asked us at a better time. For us, this compilation clearly was the perfect platform to launch our remix of “Fall”. Alongside an impressive roster of other talented producers, we have found a perfect home for another Walton Hoax Remix. 

The only thing left now is to download, listen and let yourself fall into blissful frequencies! 

Enjoy.

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Music is liquid architecture, Architecture is frozen music.

“Music is liquid architecture, Architecture is frozen music.” These words by Goethe kept reverberating in our minds after we were contacted by Daniel Myer, the man behind known projects as Haujobb and Liebknecht. These days, he also goes by the moniker “Architect”, creating impressive constructions out of soundwaves. Recently he unveiled his latest masterpiece, that he rightfully named “Mine”. Honored by the request of an artist who himself has made official remixes for Depeche Mode and Combichrist, and who has toured with Recoil, we set out to remix two tracks of his new album: “Immaterial” and “The Sun”. And this is what happened:

We reliquified the solid structures of these tracks, unraveled their melodies, undid their rhythms and recycled their materials. Days passed, faces slid in and out of focus, life tangled itself around us as we carefully reconstructed what was unified before. Meticulously layering sounds on top of one another, until two new creations were proudly lining the sky of the audible landscape. “Immaterial” slowly changed into illusion, part tangible, part hologram. Walls made of snow and ice around a glass elevator rising toward unknown heights and thin atmospheres. “The Sun” was turned upside down and inside out, injected with a brooding intensity and a low roar to echo its convecting surface, hurling pressure waves into its corona. We reconstructed it into one huge solar flare. A sonic implosion. A frozen star. We hope you’ll feel at home in what we rebuilt for you.

Our songs are in good company of two other wicked remixes: one Ambient Garage remix of "The Mountain Top" by our good friend Niels Binias, and a Techno version of "Closer" by producer Jo Beschil. Make sure you check those out too!

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The Silence is so Loud.

“We had it all, this rise and fall, we're burning to the ground.”

We were blown away by the hauntingly beautiful voice of Jenn Lucas on "Rift", the titletrack of Singularity's new EP. Since his label was offering easy access to the stems for a remix competition, we decided to go for it and have some fun:

We're in no way going for gold in the competition; not in the least seen as how some contestants have entered songs that made our jaws drop and our brains melt. In fact, the only goal here is to merely pay tribute to these gorgeous vocals by putting them in a different setting that would do them justice, hopefully showing even more of their nuances and fragility than before. And we must say that we're quite pleased with the result. It turned out to be a modest song, very honest, without any bells or whistles, only catching the ear by its simplicity. The vocal takes the center stage, backed by a soft beat, strings and a piano. We hope you like it!

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New Track - Free Download: "Empty Walls" (Remix)

"No one really listens here, except these empty walls."

This new song tells a dark story about solitude and despair... Our friend Niels Binias, a talented producer from Germany, asked us to make a remix for his debut EP "To The End". Impressed by his music, we decided to take on the beautiful "Empty Walls" :

We thought it would be quite interesting for this remix to take things a bit further along the road that the original was laying out, rather than trying to get away from it. So we decided to expand on our intial feelings about this song. It lead us to a dark place, where it became a close-up story about captivity. It offers an intimate insight into a life haunted by fear and craving, while exploring the restless depths of a soul that's being tortured by loneliness. A fitting quote comes to mind:

"Though the Love Song comes in many guises; ­ songs of exaltation and praise, songs of rage and despair, erotic songs, songs of abandonment and loss ­ [...], it is the haunted premise of longing that the true Love Song inhabits. It is a howl in the void for love and for comfort [...]. It is the song of the lover in need of their loved one, the raving of the lunatic supplicant petitioning his God. It is the cry of one chained to the earth and craving flight." - (Nick Cave, from his lectures on the love song)

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Our new release came out!

"All Recklessness Aside, the light is on you now." With those words, we're handing a brand new set of songs to the world. It started with the sound of the rhodes piano. As the chord progression was played, the intensity of the music inspired us to try and create a vocal line that would float alongside the music, creating a seamless notion of unity. In this song, both music and vocals attempt to conjure up a similar outcome: to instil a sense of peace, a sense of belonging and contentment. Textually, the song revisits our favorite subject. This time, however, we’ve dropped the metaphors and the similes and just plainly wrote what was on our minds. As such, the song has become a pamphlet against cynicism, against negativity and stupidity. It attempts to be a wake up call, though a very relaxed one. It doesn’t scream, it doesn’t attack, it just tells it like it is.

“If you don’t enjoy life in the now, when will you? Don’t say tomorrow, because tomorrow is always one day away”. Life is about rolling with the punches, about realizing the fragility and the temporal nature of it all and accepting it. But also, in the midst of this existential limitation realizing the gift one has received. To be conscious of oneself, surrounded by beauty, is something that shouldn’t be squandered as easily as we often do now. In a way, Icarious tells a similar story. Inspired by the impressive soundtrack provided by Nymos, we tried to write a new kind of epic, a grand narrative that not only reviews the older myth of Icarus, but can also serve as a new perspective on all of our lives. Instead of giving up in the face of crisis and despair, the song heralds the modern hero, who refuses to go down in his sea of troubles and instead tries and tries again, perhaps against better judgement. In a way, what we’re trying to tell here is that although science might have introduced us to what seem to be the limitations of our existence, there is no limitation to our minds. And as long as we can think up new worlds and new possibilities, as long as we are able to create beauty and inspire others, we are never at the end of our journey. Governments, political parties, financial institutions, multinationals and the individuals that spend their days spinning the webs for them, want us to believe that the end is near, that we are on the edge of a precipice. They keep repeating that we either need to turn back or remain perfectly still. These individuals are well aware that they are preaching fear in order to sustain their power. The world and humanity, for that matter, have never benefited from the exploitation of fear. But the dream, the jump, the plunge, the hope and the strength to keep on trying have brought us where we are now: not yet home, but on the brink of discovering that we are not our limitations, but our possibilities.

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Possibilities

There they are, in the palm of your upturned hand, ready to unfold in front of you and eclipse the weariness that lies engrained in your eyes. You can’t quite grasp the importance of this moment, even though it has never tried to reveal itself so adamantly. It’s a single second of awareness that needs to trickle down from the crevices of your subconscious mind, unloading into the shiver of a vital insight, a surge of electricity that tenses up every muscle in your body, puts every fiber and every vain on high alert. It’s the warm rush of whirlwind blood pumping through your chest, the intense gasp of air that forces open your lungs and enlightens you. It’s that spark of inspiration that emerges out of nowhere and hits you like a thunderstorm, brings you to places you have never been, where divinity lurks in the whitest of shadows. You are merely an idea, a vague dream of randomness deferred, a wondrous accident that has been granted the temporary capacity to think and feel. Still, you nearly constantly waste the time, letting all you have and all you are, your entire potential, slip through the atoms that make up your fingers. Life, sinking away like sand in a bottomless hourglass. You know deep inside, that you have no time to waste, for it is the most precious of currencies in this human concept of a universe. And yet, you squander it without ever considering the consequences. You carelessly throw it away with the audacity of an immortal. You circle the sun with your eyes closed, your senses unplugged. You don’t touch and won’t be touched. You have made an art form of trying to remain unmoved while you curve yourself at high speed toward a bland finale. And when that moment of goodbye arrives, you’ll go into the night, never knowing that they were all there, all of the time, in the palm of your hand. The possibilities. 

Peter  (March 31st 2012)

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I am Warmth.

There is only silence left now, as my lips are being softly caressed by the careful intake of this final breath of air. Light breaks and shimmers. My mind fires an electrical storm into my irises: like the reflex instinct of a dying universe, one final whirlwind of thoughts, unstructured and lightning fast. And then, my eyes lose their focus and I become the king of complacency; no mental waves to be ridden anymore; no colorful illusions to inhabit and no undiscovered country to conquer. I can sense your proximity, but I’m unable to speak. I cannot show you the gratitude of my heart. But now that you are here, I am no longer scared. The light further fades as the world becomes a distant memory. I can’t help but think that maybe I have made all of this up. A lifetime in a single second. My grip loosens. Tonight, I will return my fire. I will be a Prometheus in reverse and the Gods will be appeased. My body will no longer be nourishment for the scavenger that is time. With the light, he too will take his leave. Energy seeps away, through the cracks of a lifelong conviction. Depth falls out of sight as my pupils dilate. I’m trying my best, but I’m starting to forget this place. I cannot recall the reason for me ever being here. I cannot remember who I once was. I can only feel your hand clasp mine. Your steady pulse, its soothing rhythm relaxes me. Reality as I know it does no longer reach beyond this room. My body has stopped functioning; a soft machine that serves no purpose anymore; my arms next to my body, the palms upward as if they expect some sort of final grace. And then a single tear wells up in my right eye. I can see your face, floating next to mine. I feel your soft kiss on my unshaved cheek. The saltwater drop expands and loses its spherical consistency. Caught by gravity, it slides down and leaves a cold trace of sadness behind before it soaks into the world I once knew. An unexpected surge pushes me back into consciousness and I hear myself whisper to you.   I do not regret my life. I do not regret the choices I have made. I want you to know that. The path I have travelled has been extraordinary. The distances I have bridged and the people I have touched will serve as a testament to the importance of my existence. I only feel sadness because I have to say goodbye in such sorrowful circumstances. If I could, I would have gone out like a roman candle, spitting bright colors across the sky. I would have danced the darkness away. I would have screamed at the top of my lungs. I would have raged. My heart would have overrun with joy and love and I would have taken you in my arms to comfort you and tell you not to mourn me, for my hand has been dealt and I won. I have won the prize of knowing you. Are you still there? I can’t see you anymore. Darkness is falling. You’ll have to find your own way now, make your own choices and bridge your own distances. But one day you’ll realize that I, as you will too, went willingly and satisfied into the deep of night. And all my love, all my compassion, all my strength has always been yours. I am gone now. I am no longer a part of this roaring world. I am elsewhere now. No longer empty. I am warmth. 

Peter (Feb. 4th 2012)

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Weaving Worlds

I'm only here to tell you stories. I'm here to construct strings of words with which you will be able to secure yourself in the middle of nothing. Without any true coordinates in this vast and empty place, only the ones we make up in our own minds will be the beacons in the night. Incessantly we will believe in them against all better judgement, for we are not capable of finding our way through the void without the temporary scaffolding these stories provide. In randomness and chaos we will be doomed to dissolve, we will scatter and fade into clouds of indecision. Nothing will keep us congealed. Nothing will ensure that our essence will line up toward a definitive goal. In our stories we can find a center, and bask in the warmth and comfort of a lovely delusion. Consciously choosing for madness might be the best way to set yourself up for a whirlwind of wonder. There is no stability outside of your narrative mind. You'll fall without ever reaching the bottom, for there is no bottom. There is no up or down. There is no falling. You'll be stuck forever in the universe's indecisiveness. You will be locked up in permanent suspension without the chance of ever breaking free. No desire will be fulfilled, no distance will be conquered, no goal will ever be reached. And though life is about the journey, without your narrative mind and without stories you'll be nothing more than the empty space between words. You will have never been and you will never be, forever lingering in between the onset and the resolution. No catharsis for you, ever. So listen to what I have to say even if it is nonsense. Take what you think you need and construct your own possibilities. Listen to how my stories turn into your stories and then weave a world; how they bind you to the stars; how they ignite the fire in you; how they make your heart beat with purpose. Can you feel it? The rhythm that explodes the boundaries of an otherwise indifferent universe. Once you hear that rhythm, just close your eyes, put your mind on stand-by and synchronize your own pulse with it.

Do you feel it?

Now dance to that pulse, why don’t you!

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A thousand heartbeats ago

I roam the streets in search of something lost, a half forgotten dream, a faded memory. I linger at the corners, my eyes determined to find a place  beyond the real. I look up past the shop windows, ignoring what the city is forced to sell me and instead try to listen to its true pulse, hidden within the tainted architecture and the bleak and somber beauty of second and third stories. My purpose in these streets is simple. I want to time travel. I hope to find a fleeting portal into my own past. I'm in search of sounds and smells, of colors and textures that will catapult me into thousand heartbeats ago, that will ignite the soft and almost silent glow of a lived exhilaration that has been lying dormant in the deep but is now temporarily awakened. I am reminded of a more careless time, in which the dreary ticking of clocks was not important and a sea of possibilities stretched out in front of me. I can hear the late night laughter; spot the sudden fiery glance; feel the joy of shared misery; relive the pseudo philosophical discussions; regret the illusions of grandeur; treasure that one stolen kiss; and always the unexpected dawn. That bittersweet ignorance of youth, it is here, waiting patiently in de shadows of my mind until it is triggered again.

I have been exploring oceans of chance and choice ever since, cutting a path through gentle winds and stormy nights. I have fought currents and undertows. I've been lost more times than I would have cared for. And now, I'm here, in these streets, this particular junction. This is my sanctuary. I revisit this comforting labyrinth every week, when the flow of words and sounds seems to falter and I'm hungry for inspiration. My feet carry my mind through a distorted cityscape in which time bends the lines of sight and the streets are paved with the gold of unexpected recognition. My life is mapped out in shifting colors and rotating sensations. And while my face gathers the different grooves of a life lived in an erratic hypertext of randomness, my heart remains vigilant and always ready to skip a beat when I retrieve the shards of an ever splendid life.

Peter (Jan. 12th 2012)

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Until the curve

“I'll return with limbs of iron, dark skin and furious eye; (…) I will have gold: I will be idle and brutal.” These words were written in the nineteenth century by Arthur Rimbaud in A Season in Hell (1873). Regularly I turn to them. These words have become my motto, my distant star in  an otherwise dark and existential expanse. I probably misinterpret them, but that does not really matter, does it? What matters is that I draw my inspiration from them, my energy and my desire to move on, to learn, to create and to struggle. For me, Rimbaud’s words signify the capacity to overcome each and every obstacle in my path. It is about taking the punches and getting up again, dusting myself off and stubbornly moving on… and on. In addition, these words seem to illustrate the virtue of tenacity. Remain convinced that one day you can reach the horizon and in the process you’ll have visited wondrous places. I want to believe that such an outcome is possible. I want to have seen beauty and experienced bliss up until the last moment when I’m a small silhouette engulfed by the blaze of a submerging sun. I see myself turning around one more time, my body surrounded by the last spiralling whirlwind of solar activity and I will smile, jump and join that setting sun in its curving dive into the night. After which I will return with limbs of iron, dark skin and furious eyes; (…) and I will be idle and brutal! 

Peter (Jan. 9th 2012)

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Happy New Year! Here's your present ... Nicole

HAPPY NEW YEAR everyone! To celebrate an amazing start of 2012, we've got a little surprise for you! And don't worry, it's not only for Nicole, that's an inside joke. We've prepared a free collection with some beautiful remixes from our first EP. It features some super talented producers from all around (see below). Hope you'll enjoy it as much as we do! We'll see all of you in the new year. Much love from The Walton Hoax. Download here!

Tracklisting:

1. ENiGMA Dubz (Chemical Burn)

2. Nymos (Exit Strategy)

3. Sy.ic ft. Peh (Chemical Burn)

4. Ghosts of Paraguay (Exit Strategy)

5. TTP (Chemical Burn)

6. Sorrow (Exit Strategy)

7. Ollie Macfarlane (Chemical Burn)

8. KiloWatts (Chemical Burn)

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Delay on the Release : Waiting for Monday

There has been a slight shift in the schedule unfortunately! The arrival of the digital tracks has been pushed forward a few days by a delay in the mastering studio. We apologise, but pretty soon, everything should finally be up and running and all the digital pre-orders will be filled. We appreciate your patience, and hope you'll enjoy the album!

Thanks!

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Anonymous asked:

Kan ik ergens het derde nummer 'Sublight' al beluisteren (of evt een clip ervan)? De andere twee nummers klinken alvast veelbelovend!

Hallo, dat is helaas nog niet mogelijk omdat we voor Sublight samenwerken met een artieste uit de VS, waardoor het nummer nog niet 100% afgewerkt is. Bedankt voor de leuke feedback!

- infraBuse

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Looking at the past 2 weeks . . .

You may well know that we've thrown out our first litte tune "Chemical Burn"  on youtube for the world to see. That was two weeks ago. The feedback has been staggering, to say the least! It blows our minds so much, that I'd like to take a moment to make a little overview of the highlights. To us, this feels like a milestone.

After the past two weeks, we've had:

• OUR TUNE SHARED BY 3400 PEOPLE:
• KUDOS FROM OUR HEROS MODERAT:
• 1400 TUMBS ON THE DUBSTEP FANPAGE:
  • 8500 YOUTUBE VIEWS:
It may sound like I'm just throwing numbers out, but these stats really mean something to us, 'cause it's the first bit of tangible feedback that we're getting. It means that this project is working out, and nothing pleases us more than to see our creations well received. Thanks to all of you for supporting us. We'll be putting more stuff out soon!

-infraBuse

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Anonymous asked:

please make chemical burn a physical release on vinyl-it's awesome!please get back to: dan_deee_grooveee@web.dethanx!

Hello and thanks for your question and the kind comment!

Honestly, we haven't thought of it yet! We've been so focused on just making music, so we haven't talked about the format.

But I really like the idea ... Vinyl makes things a lot more precious and special. I think that if we get more requests like this, we'll probably do it. We're pretty easy-going like that.  :)

-infraBuse

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