And come the dark months and their processions of failed hopes. In what did we believe? With what strength and what faith did we attempt to run once again so hardly? In what smells and on what skins did we plunge? A shape of abandonment, something undefinable, a powerful.. Akm builds patiently an incredible sound barrier from now on years. A magnetic storm of electronics which blows on embers of a bestial fury. A strength spat in this compact material of distordues tones, electronic machinery. Powerful discharge with high emotional voltage, between slow drift of the feelings and dead end. Rush for an inevitable, fatal but spectacular crash.
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