In the beginning, there was monochrome. Functional, minimal–bright green or amber on a black void, the machine’s influence on aesthetics was set in motion, never to stop.
Machines of Living Death are the product of the extremes of human performance (the frenetic pulse of hardcore, grindcore and metal) filtered through technology’s terms. Add in a vintage horror score, dissected, reconstructed and mated with the bastard child of a broken down arcade machine and you have the digital noise terror of Machines of Living Death.
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