From the recording Dissolution
“Pulse” is a stark, emotionally restrained composition rooted in the early sonic language of Joy Division, where rhythm becomes both structure and signal ; a heartbeat rendered mechanical, distant, and inevitable. Built around a minimal, repetitive bass motif and skeletal percussion, the track echoes the aesthetic of late 1970s post-punk: stripped, cold, and deeply internalized.
This piece functions as a memorial tribute to Ian Curtis, whose presence defined not only a band, but an entire emotional vocabulary within post-punk. Rather than imitation, “Pulse” channels the psychological tension and existential weight that characterized his work - the sense of being suspended between motion and paralysis, voice and silence, control and collapse.
The arrangement avoids excess by design. Each sonic element feels deliberate, almost isolated, reinforcing a landscape where repetition replaces resolution. The “pulse” itself is not just rhythmic , it is symbolic: persistence without relief, continuity without progression.
There is no catharsis here. Only endurance.
“Pulse” stands as a quiet, respectful continuation of a legacy - not attempting to recreate the past, but to remain within its shadow, where feeling is reduced to its most essential, and most haunting, form.
Lyrics
A sound without a source
A room without a door
I trace the outline of a thought
It disappears before it forms
Your voice is caught in broken wires
Repeating things I can’t absorb
Fingers drag across the glass
Leave no mark, no evidence
Every word I try to keep
Turns into irrelevance
Cut the signal, let it die
There’s no meaning left to find
All the shapes collapse inside
I don’t ask the reason why
Cut the signal, drain it slow
Watch the last connection go
In the dark it almost shows
Something I was meant to know
Static moving through my chest
Like a pulse I don’t control
I divide what’s left of me
Into parts that won’t be whole
No center
No frame
No memory... to name
I stay where nothing stays
I fade the same way