Berlin-based artist DJ Die Soon continues to unfold the uncanny world of My Brothel The Wind with the release of Saq4ime, a hallucinatory audiovisual work that blurs the line between ritual and ruin. Directed by Hiroo Tanaka, the video serves as a surreal second chapter in the album’s unfolding mythology, following the chimeric first single Unfinished, a distorted, club-crushed track featuring the guttural ferocity of Kiki Hitomi.
If Unfinished erupted like a body convulsing mid-possession, Saq4ime is what follows once the dust has settled. The track features Italian experimental vocalist Sara Persico, and trades percussive violence for a more haunting kind of collapse. Her voice stutters, gasps, and dissolves across a scorched soundscape, leaving only fragile remnants of the human form. Noise is not a backdrop here; it’s the atmosphere, the architecture, the main character.
Tanaka’s direction transforms this sonic disfigurement into cinema: slow, sun-bleached, and unsettling. Shot in a stark desert-like terrain, the video offers few answers and even fewer movements. Figures appear in the sand like mirages — masked, still, nearly statues. Time stretches. Narrative disintegrates. The visual palette is sparse but loaded with tension, drawing clear influence from Hiroshi Teshigahara’s Woman in the Dunes (1964) while stripping away any traces of resolution. The result is not just a music video, but a phantom projection, a terrain of dream-logic and dread.
As DJ Die Soon (aka Daisuke Imamura) continues to build his mythic, noise-driven world, My Brothel The Wind positions itself not just as a record, but as a full-spectrum sensory ritual. Long known for his masked live performances and deep-rooted collaborations across Berlin and Tokyo’s experimental scenes, Imamura conjures sonic worlds that feel both futuristic and fossilised — a kind of archaeological rave where bones and circuits speak in tongues.
Saq4ime offers a glimpse into that vision at its most suspended and spectral. This is not catharsis. It’s the echo that lingers after. A descent into something quieter, stranger, and entirely more haunted.