Metallic punctuation. Staccato rococo. Synthetic dreamscapes echoing back and forth from infinity. Drums Not Dead isn’t so much music as it is a concept becoming tangible in the canals of your ears. A diamond encrusted caterpillar burrowing into your brain.
Refracting through those facets is an industrial sound built by the cadence of a million feet stomping in their own hypnotic time. You might imagine each step bringing a completely new reality, like a Dali paining come to life. The surreal mixing with the subconscious, the method indistinguishable from the madness.