X.irda is no ordinary producer—he’s a sculptor of sensation. In an age of rigid formats and commercial formulas, he takes the opposite route: slowness, density, immersion. His sound exists on the fringes of electronic music, dark ambient, and deconstructed pop. It isn’t made to be consumed—it’s made to be inhabited. He doesn’t write tracks. He builds emotional landscapes. Mental refuges.
Opposite him stands ReMark, just as unclassifiable. His voice drifts between alt-rock, spoken word, and punk energy. He doesn’t rap. He doesn’t quite sing either. He recites. He chants. He delivers. His lyrics are raw fragments, poetic ruptures. He carries the quiet rage of a lucid, resilient generation, moving forward despite the weight of uncertainty.
Following “Fireman” and “Disguise”, their third collaboration, “Distance”, seals a rare creative chemistry. Not a static duo, but a collision of visions. An instinctive, uncompromising synergy. X.irda and ReMark don’t adapt to the times—they redraw them. They’re not the voice of a lost generation, but one rewriting its own artistic grammar.
“Distance” isn’t a single. It’s an experience.
From the very first moments, X.irda creates a haunting, near-breathless tension. Layers of dark electronics, low-end pulses, and textured soundscapes form a heavy yet surgical atmosphere. Nothing explodes here—everything implodes. Quietly. Inside. His production serves as a metaphor for a saturated, disoriented world, where drifting becomes a survival strategy.
ReMark lays down his voice like a trail through fog. Wounded yet poised, his tone blends sorrow and lucidity. He’s not performing—he’s revealing. One line, in particular, captures the entire spirit of the track:
“She tryna have strings attached to me but I can’t go.”
(She’s trying to keep me on a leash, but I can’t—I’m out.)
It says it all: rejecting control, power games, emotional dependency. Not fleeing out of fear, but leaving to survive. Independence here isn’t a choice—it’s a visceral, intimate need.
A visual drift between dream and dissonance
Rendered entirely in synthetic imagery, the “Distance” video doesn’t just complement the track—it extends it. You drift through suspended worlds, unnamed cities, abstract digital terrain. A surreal dreamscape laced with glitch and symbolism. Every visual beat mirrors the music’s rhythm, in a silent dialogue between light and sound.
A piece beyond format
“Distance” doesn’t chase virality or seek playlist fame. It belongs to a lineage of ambitious, hybrid creations. Think SCH’s cinematic introspection in “JVLIVS”, the philosophical density of Damso’s “BĒYAH”, or the immersive worlds of Sevdaliza and Travis Scott, where sound, image, and social commentary blur into one.
“Distance” isn’t here to shine. It’s here to leave a mark. A quiet siren. A breath of air. A whisper in the static. A slow escape from a world that’s too much, too loud, too fast.
