Suturing digitalismans into the sinews of performance art, auto-tuned vocals and fragile futurisms collide with shrieking beats, layered noise, and expansive drones. The resulting aural births feel like living contradictions: equal parts synthetic and feral, a sleek internet-born vision that still breathes, pulses, and smells faintly of incense.
Humming with the strange intimacy of a post-time world, where intuition blooms unchecked, and every being thrives in radical simultaneity, Heller’s compositions are questions made audible: a tension between destruction and understanding, an embrace of helplessness as purpose. It’s as much field recordings as it is pop, a cascade of contradictions tethered by fragile precision. His ethos resists structure, begs for chaos—stop counting, stop forcing. To feel is an act of intellect; to unravel, an invitation to reassemble.
Unsere Zeiten Sind Unsere Körper, by Elischa Heller
Unsere Zeiten Sind Unsere Körper, by Elischa Heller
Elischa Heller is supported by SHAPE+, which is co-funded by the European Union and Pro Helvetia. Views and opinions expressed are however those of the author(s) only and do not necessarily reflect those of the European Union or the European Education and Culture Executive Agency (EACEA). Neither the European Union nor EACEA can be held responsible for them.
