Every great passion ends in the infinite… In 2005 MOTEK is born and becomes a four piece band driven by an instinct for sultry recollections of forgotten emotional states. Chaos, coincidence and stubbornness: MOTEK’s endless jam sessions result in melodies with dynamic or floating rhythms and above all spherical soundscapes between hope and emotional tensions in all their forms. The intense song 'I'm your son' became a live anthem for postrock fans across the Lowlands and also convinced people who were previously unaware of the existence of the genre. With the release of its fourth album ‘Sonder’ (October 2013) Belgian post-rock band MOTEK goes back to its roots. Combining complex song structures with imagery and imagination on stage, MOTEK has played all over Europe, in Brazil and China and is known for its energetic live performance. Instead of choosing the safe path of repeating what has brought the band to venues all over the world, even after eight years MOTEK keeps pushing boundaries, reinventing itself with every new release. Critics wrote: ‘Belgian answer to international post rock bands like Mogwai and Explosions in the Sky.’ - www.enola.be and others about MOTEK 'Monumental! ’ - Belgian newspaper 'De Standaard' about MOTEK’s show at dunk!festival ‘MOTEK provides us with the evidence that they can still do it, implicity and honesty immerse us in a bath of deep intensity. This by bringing post-rock in its purest form. Thoroughly enjoy this Belgian beauty’ - Snoozecontrol about the latest record ‘Sonder' ‘As bold and intense as 65daysofstatic’ – www.cobra.be ‘On that long lost November night our ears wanted to stay perched forever and our eyes to never blink, out of fear to miss but one note or image. Our hearts were conquered in its entirety by these strong examples of visual postrock.’ - Indiestyle about ‘Dragons’ ‘MOTEK is eager, whooping, rowdy as it may take and sometimes cracks harmonious resting on the same time. Enough paradoxes to satisfy musical gastronomers forever’ - Indiestyle about MOTEK Every great passion ends in the infinite.