209 Sins

From the depth of my black vault

VU​Ⱡ​G​∆​℞​ł​†​￥ łN ∆MB​ł​Ξ​И​CΞ (​ϟ​H​∆​Ɑ​Ξ​ϟ ǾF ϟU​Ⱡ​FU​℞​) by 209 SINS cover art

As a child, it is not a tempting idea to look out the window. When your age becomes two digits, your curiosity leads your nightmare to the mountains of madness and Cthulhu. But there is no limit to the fear. As your sperms get fatter, fear becomes kinkier and greedier. Aliens, zombies, mirrors, and clones become your new torturers. But we have passed all of those eras and our pants are shit-proof. We are cockier, bolder, and more on the edge. We used to avoid darkness. We stayed away from it for about a decade. But scribbling bleakness broods bleakness. And so here we are getting our kicks from impossibly black and empty arrays of soundscape so free of empathy and emotion. Welcome to the future tavarish!

Deathly vibes of 209 Sins is subliminally a less mechanical and less domesticated offspring of Fatima Al Qadiri’s canyon of grime. It is a frightening valley and it sprays red paint over your Friday. Here we have opted for our version of his nightmare to be more ambient. For him though, things can get even more spine-tingling. He dropped “VU​Ⱡ​G​∆​℞​ł​†​￥ łN ∆MB​ł​Ξ​И​CΞ (​ϟ​H​∆​Ɑ​Ξ​ϟ ǾF ϟU​Ⱡ​FU​℞​)” some forever ago when blogging out of the underground was a thing.