System Morgue takes you to the Forêt Noire full of phobias, forgotten dreams and imagery trapped deep in subliminal levels. Follow dense guitar drones, dissolve your emotions and thoughts in their vibrations, submerge in sleepy meditation.
Bunches of short mechanistic loops slowly pulsate behind stolid guitar chords, boost and mirror them, intensifying sonic pressure, spinning sound waves and locking them into spiral. Then pulsation become more frequent, anxiety grows and bursts with high-frequencey guitar yells and melody shreds cacophony in panicky rhythm. Short breather after panic attack, and sound pressure takes over again. Waves of guitar chords tighten distorted melodies in an uneven helix, sometimes ascending to hysterical crescendo, sometimes collapsing in melancholic alienation.