Erupting in 1999, these ones administered their bare, bloody hands excavating the bones of the great old one whose short name is Piano-constant, Neo-classically Progressive, Post-metallic, Hardcore Maximalism: First and final hierophants of said sub-cult, these ones have dominated by default ever after — a privilege akin like emperor Tuvalu chucking up one’s own trash…
In 2007 it withdrew into a visceral chrysalis of internecine perfectionism and crippling anxiety. Mercenary pharmacists together the counsellors and hypnotists fighting it a guerilla campaign — eventual victory cost heralded by apotheosis to states of pure energy — singular, nubile spirit unencumbered by dependency of record label paradigm, flitting ethereal plane through information highways.
Like teams of microphone — wielding seraphim, transcribing its own transmogrification; SOON two dekalog, “Ghosts” und “This is Puberty”, distil in material and digital vessels; these ones conversed with the birds and traced the courses of the stars in the night sky: Though such auspices are nought-wise unequivocal, this one surmises that by hither cometh ten and two waxings and weanings of the moon, the great work shall be complete.
