“A bewildered little devil on autopilot
Sharpening claws on his head
The racing mind shifts gears
A stream of blood across his face offers respite.
A ray of light will pierce through a rock
A lit butterfly chasing flower pollens
Spinning out of control
In the streams of serenity
White wind will blow until next time”.
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Setting fire to the senses armed with dark beats and visuals
An open invitation for curious minds to come and be exposed to a music mosaic at 180 BPM
An audiovisual palette of brutal code patterns, industrial corrosion, blowing narrative noise from the recesses of my mind,
A synthetic burst of light and growls of frequencies broken into restless fast beats.
Squashed by whimsy and spinning like a scorched leaf by deceptive bass in
A minimal progressive dance.