Reaper

REAPER: Industrial Sarcasm

The middle finger in the glitter-clad costume of the dark scene.

REAPER is not an art project — it is execution and affection for scene clichés at the same time. Vasi Vallis drops all intellectual restraint and sends the satirical wrecking ball straight onto the dancefloor. Anyone searching for profound lyricism has missed the point: REAPER is the conscious, affectionate play with Industrial clichés and blunt provocation. Aggression Meets Absurdity.

Instead of drowning in grim seriousness, REAPER kicks the door in and delivers its tracks with a malicious grin. Song titles so obvious they hurt, and sounds surgically tuned for maximum club destruction, form the foundation. No lectures, no distance — but an experiment on the dancefloor itself: how much cliché can it take before madness turns into method?

By exaggerating the symbols of Industrial subculture to the point of caricature, Vasi Vallis exposes his closeness to and reverence for it. REAPER is the outlet for everything that has no place in his Future Pop projects. It is loud, it is dirty, and it is absolutely not meant to be taken seriously — except when it comes to having fun. Anyone dancing to REAPER celebrates the downfall with a cynical grin on their face.