Warhaus is Maarten Devoldere, one half of the frontmen duo of the Belgian band Balthazar. Under this pseudonym he remained consciously under the radar for a long time. With extremely sparse revelations he granted us a look at a somewhat rarefied universe, fueled by craving and desire. Central to this is love, and the hunger for the fleeting, for what is unsayable. The time has come to release a first album.
I'm thirty now. With this record I close an important period, says Devoldere. It's an ode to love, to the excesses and the elusiveness of it. Love songs are a form of advertising: you portray a woman and the listener should fall in love with her too. Illusion and disillusion alternate, but Warhaus honors the lie, which creates despair in an unstable world: you want magic, count me in / you want Jesus, well I'm not him / you're an angel or a whore / tell me who you're working for / loving you isn't easy you know / but it's a motherfucker not to do so ('I'm Not Him').
The title, We Fucked A Flame Into Being, is a quote from Lady Chatterley's Lover, the scandalous novel by the English novelist DH Lawrence about a scorching love between a laborer and an aristocratic woman. Too good to pass on! I love the contradictions, because they are musically very appealing to me: raw vs. fundamentally passionate, brutal vs. romantic, art vs. Kitsch, archaic vs. modern . It's an album where every song celebrates the inscrutability of an encounter; a tribute to the decadence and depth that life offers. The French sixties, a touch of exoticism, a careless apathy... Cohen and Gainsbourg are never far away but Warhaus cleverly resamples fifty years of music history. With apparent lightness Devoldere challenges the muse out. I bribe an angel to watch over me / I bought her the whole goddamn perfumery / when my friend did I make this switch / how I tried to be against the rich ('Against The Rich').