Welcome to a neo-dystopian future, a world of creeping gene-modded biomechanical life slinking through run-down cities, keeping to the shadows cast by flickering neon tubes and raucous holo-boards.
Weldroid and Illl take us deep into this techno-labyrinth, all haunting choirs and brash, glaring bitcrushed drums. Dolphin-like squeals mix with bursts of static data, outlaw transmissions from underground enclaves. The music is sandpaper to the senses and imagination, sharpening and smoothing the midnight hours. Spaced-out chimes, organic machine code, dissonant synthstrings, filtered binary streams, and edgy nightlife.
Yet not all is decayed; not all lies waste. A distant shore, a tale of better days to come, is slowly played out with piano-like melodies and muted arpeggios. A brighter tomorrow, pristine and lovely, beckons as sunlight pierces the heavy clouds.