Ground control speaking, prepare yourself to fall into the abysses of the apocalyptic future. The Big Crunch is here, growling from limbo. Can you hear it ? This eerie hunch, your intrinsic fears, the griming guitars are taking you there. Extinction is near, as they're saying, trapping you between the walls of their psychotic sound. It's fast. Oxidised by corrupted fuzz. No space left for salvation. The rumbling bass will destroy your last illusions.
The spatial voice will guide you toward your own psychoses, mayhem in your humanity, converting you with the reverb to a humanoid version of yourself. Do you still have an ounce of hope ? Modulator II's version of the future is way more pessimistic.
The universe has stopped its perpetual expansion and is going back to its tomb. It's time to let go. Join the slivered hearse, it will lead you to the cosmic void.
Available on Stolen Body Records
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