Coral Club

Coral Club

Lost Cities

Moon Glyph

***For Alexander Sirenko’s third release under his Coral Club moniker, he ventures deep into the fog-laden ruins of “Lost Cities”. Inspired by deserted urban cores during lockdown 2020, it brought to mind disappearing epochs and cultures, lost to time and entropy, nearly without a trace. To evoke this feeling, Sirenko has created a sonic landscape of billowing atmospheres, smeared vibrations of living sounds, lumbering rhythms and looping melodic incantations. The result is as heavy as it is ecstatic; cultivated in non-linear parts like a living ecosystem crumbling under its own historic weight.

Coral Club

Turn To

Not Not Fun

Alexander Sirenko’s second odyssey as Coral Club, Turn To, centers on transformative synesthetic childhood experiences retriggered in meditation. Although composed using a similar Groovebox / Electribe / FX rig as his NNF debut, Nowhere Island, the album’s nine tracks skew looser and more levitational, lost in cloud currents of color, memory, and solar fantasy. Hazy keys loop and climb to shimmering heights, lifted by churning synthetic rhythms, equal parts 4th world futurism and past life ascension mantra. Sirenko speaks of these pieces as “journeys through inner worlds,” distilled across two years of patient creation. Visions turned to sound, reveries to rainbows – this is music of the senses and the spheres, approaching rare summits of celestial convergence.

Coral Club

Nowhere Island

Not Not Fun

Moscow electribalist Alexander Sirenko birthed Coral Club in 2016 but the bulk of his debut didn't emerge until 2019, in the wake of a particularly “depressive winter” when the solar thaw of spring struck “like a lifeboat.” Long forest walks sparked a multi-sensory reawakening of rainbow electronics, spiral melody, field recordings, and FX, wondrous but wobbly, like rhythms roused from heavy hibernation, blinking in the beautiful glare. Tracked live in lengthy improvisational sessions, Nowhere Island's nine swirling songs span a spectrum of ecosystems and energies, from dense mystic rainforest to glittering psychedelic tide pools to dusk coastlines dotted with distant fires. In places the album evokes an explorer's audiobook, questing into alien terrain with multi-directional microphones, but elsewhere Sirenko scrambles any illusion, reveling in surges of tape hiss and synthetic noise, possessed by the joyous catharsis of burning maps to places that don't exist.