HEPTAEDIUMis an artificial child of a world in ruins, maintained in its artificiality by multinationals trying to conquer space. Shaped by technology, it has implanted genes ofSTRAPPING YOUNG LAD,VILDHJARTAorMASTER BOOT RECORD.
Out of his infected incubator, the metal cold as death, the kid is a creature in the image of his time. An offshoot more human, with the body that jerks and the mouth that opens on a precipice. His song is destructured, icy, purely technical. One listens to it with the impression of hearing a machine scream, a creeping snake, an indefinite form moving forward by jerks.
This fourth release, «The Great Herald Of Misery», is a mechanical soundtrack, a work of hate filled with industrial samples of hyperspace, an eternal strangeness that screams from obsolete speakers made in USSR.
Watch Me Break The Neck Of The Hypocrites
Spill Torrents Of Carcass On The Ground And Piss On Them