It's not a contingency that Aleksandra Grunholz's artistic alter-ego We Will Fail is almost concurrent to this new release by whimsical Polish producer Wojtek Kucharczyk, where the word "fail" seems to have become a matter of fashion. In praise of failure, there are not only well-known historical occurances, where promises (or pipe dreams) of continual improvement and progress reveal their intrinsic inconsistency, but what really matters here is the way by which these two sound artists assimilated failure into respective arts. Whereas We Will Fail surgically operates on more mesmeric sonorities, which sounded like implemented into an interesting narrative route, Wojtek seems to disembowel techno code by a dual strategy: there are no more traces of that abstract muscularity that sometimes distinguishes the above-mentioned code, even when he explores more menacing sonorities, but it seems that he tests a different way of organizing sounds with unexpected "weighting" of each resounding elements, which often weaves frayed fabrics with twisted stitches or disharmonious spinning. Lo-fi or 8-bit sounds prevail over frigid smoothness, measured filth adulterates syncopations, which sound already altered, sonic entities, which should have been putted into the foreground, sound like belittled by rougher material and even easy-going whistling nicely mars a plasticized code by acting like a pin point that punches a supposedly inflated bodybuilder. Its stylistical "failure" could be thought as those bitter weeds that should not get uprooted, those moles that should not be removed or those black swans whose beauty lies in his blackness.