Welcome into Kongrosjan Project ...

Kongrosjan is a project of synthesis, a changing creature born of a manipulation of musical, mediatic, literary and emotional experiences. Several tracks have been inspired by traditional Mediterranean music, with the aim to give new life to these roots. Sometimes the sounding landscape is completed with the fine touch of live mother earth samples. Such new changing creature is now born with the enchanted and ethereal Lyuba voice.

This music is searching for it’s movie, the movie which has not been made yet.

... and Welcome into Kongrosjan World

Kongrosjan is a world ruled by simulacres, who do not communicate with the outside. Kongrosjan is always in war against an invisible enemy, who lives behind terror of bloody outrages against everything and everybody: the Simulacre of Terror. In Kongrosjan's world, reality is denied by mediatic representation. Here you can't recognize the real one, acknowledge it as such, only and clear. The spectacular fury covers the world and, through the media chaos, it does not allow to verify the difference between what is real and what is fiction. So history becames repetition and farce. Doubting everything is necessary in this world, and everything could be different. Nothing is real. The events are always deceiving because there is not any ascertainable reality behind them. In such world people are diverted. People feed with simplifications and illusions emotionally canning and politically correct. Isolating the individuals is necessary. Each one, stucked to the catodic pipe, shouts for a football team or entertains with a Soap Opera. So, individual lends attention to completely insignificant things that do not have any incidence on the system. An ignorant and poor majority could become insidious. Facing television, a virtual subject slips into the individual's conscience. Like a hand in a rubber glove. Unconscious catodic catalepsy. So the individual is deprived of every critical activity. He lies unconscious, inside the television show. Emotions, thoughts, adrenalin are excited by someone else's dictations … and life spends unconscious. So here you go … keep on!