PRESS RELEASE
TETINE _ ANIMAL NUMERAL (SLUM DUNK MUSIC 2019)

“I should like to see your blood, your brain on a chopping block, roasted.”

This is Animal Numeral, Tetine's 20th album featuring a collection of discordant electronic pop, dissonant disco punk, dark sambas, and spoken word pieces, produced by Bruno Verner and Eliete Mejorado during the first semester of 2019 in Hackney, East London.

Animal Numeral is an electronic lyrical-melodic 'anti-pop’/leftfield dance experiment, both auto-fictional and autobiographic; unashamedly crushing together atmospheric & politically-charged drum-machine pop, futuristic goth sambas with elements of old school electro and spoken word, amidst lush, dense and dramatic soundscapes. A dystopian synthpop piece conceived as a 'no show' shout; a transitory re-engineering of temporal syntactic, physical-sensorial utopian accumulations, undisciplined feelings and memories; lyrically imagined in the form of a machinic-organic body of love, pain, pleasure and death drive.

This album finds Tetine's Brazilian anti-sacred tropical mutant punk funk poetics, re-inhabiting physical and virtual post-human spaces & temporalities; countering straight time, the current territories of neoliberal psychism, and the new wave of global fascism/white supremacy; in ghostly songs of love, death and sex, surrounded by tales of genocide, immigration, post-capitalism depression, arsonism and other forms of contamination.

Animated by both the digital & analogue logics of semantico-mathematical ABCs and numbers, the shout is ever in process. Always in transition and never finished. So that its intensities & affects keep moving and changing fast. Or, in loud and clear Brazilian-Portuguese, like Tetine profess in the homonymous 'Animal Numeral' dark-samba that gives title to the record. "A hormonal animal, an artificial doll, or a spiritual archive? Of flesh and blood up to its neck & with its tooth exposed. A colonial animal; a racial animal still breathing the Imperial articulations. Contamination. Defamation, Inundation. Transitory and in the service of Gozo. Let this samba in, let this samba stretch". The 'no-show', therefore, being constantly and unregretfully practiced in the matrix, or else, uninterruptedly originated (there's no beginnings or endings) whilst it manifests itself through voices, numbers, magick, sound (and then vision), touch, sex, gozo, odour in mutant machines of lust.

Digital and analogue cannibals in perpetual movement; (a)-rhythmically and cognitively dissonant as they are re-engineered, invisibly re-programmed at each year, day hour, minute, second. That is, those who have been tested, tasted, racialized, sucked, and then cannibalized in massive cosmic portions of broken time and space. Where the illegal canibalia (tropical or not) incessantly procreates itself to eat your own
heart, roasted. And where time is only a third-dimension construct for organizing realities or dreams. And where, we - numeric mammals - keep falling/dying with the demand to make choices.

“This must be the place, and this must be the race”.

From our first improvisational sonic and lyrical pulsations along the past 5 years, anticipating the poetic cuts and expectations of such a "not-yet" dada-happening aural and multi-sensorial in the horizontal and vertical axes of EXU. That is, an inundation, intensely relational with other pasts, futures and worlds. Tarot or I Ching? Poetics, not aesthetics, for reasons many will understand one day.


Exu Afi, 2019