a day will come when the thinker in us
learns of tools for building alternative shackles
and in them sees something more valuable than his/her primal urges,
first learning to articulate and then to mystify his/her condition.
we receive and we store recycled solar force bleeding it out as abstractions
whose survival require more than their creation.
the haptic void stays unconcerned of our attempts at arrival,
every bit as non-existent as the promise of the ever absent presence.
to leap like he to whom accepting the chain of negations
means sitting down with the original affirmation…
Swirling guitars, furious drums, vocals that at the same time howl from infinite distance and are right up in your head; everything put into dissonant form with the help of unconventional songwriting. This album is my personal key to the icelanding black metal madness that I've ignored for way too long! Lukas Kaufmann