Description
The Big Crunch is here, growling from limbo. This eerie hunch, the griming guitars. Extinction is near, trapped between the walls of their psychotic sound. It's fast. Oxidised by corrupted fuzz. No space left for salvation. The rumbling bass will destroy one's last illusions. The spatial voice will guide listeners toward psychoses. Modulator II's version of the future is way more pessimistic. The universe has stopped its perpetual expansion and is going back to its tomb.
