OLOR wants both at a time. 80’s synth-pop and industrial echoes. Black and white. Noise and melodies. Organic and electronic. OLOR loves extremes. Flesh and metal. Akauzazte and Depeche Mode. Songs and spoken word. Anne Clark and Siouxie. But OLOR is not confortable in any of the spots between the two poles. It’s in both places at the same time, it’s both things at a time. Brightness and rust. OLOR smells like iron and old lady’s cologne. And it is from that combination that the strenght of his scenic presence emerges, like a metalic smell that penetrates through ears and eyes alike.