Khmar returns with a new album that plunges the listener even deeper into mechanical chaos and relentless rhythmic pressure. This release is pure dystopia embodied in sound: thundering rhythms that weigh on the mind, sonic distortions frozen in a loop of radioactive time, and synthetic textures that scrape the nervous system like the rusty claws of an ancient mechanism. Each track is an assault on the senses, a whirlwind of distorted leads hammering pulses into the temples, drowning in the reverberations of a distant industrial nightmare. The kick drum, like a sledgehammer on metal, forces the heart to beat in sync with a cold, soulless machine, while atmospheric backgrounds create the sensation of descending into the ruins of a world ruled by mechanisms and forgotten gods of technogenic horror. Khmar once again invites daring explorers on a journey through soulless megasystems, where rhythm becomes the only law. The new album is a hymn to infinite mechanical existence, a dance on the edge between technocratic reality and a chthonic abyss. Are you ready to immerse yourself in this world?

Khmar returns with a new album that plunges the listener even deeper into mechanical chaos and relentless rhythmic pressure. This release is pure dystopia embodied in sound: thundering rhythms that weigh on the mind, sonic distortions frozen in a loop of radioactive time, and synthetic textures that scrape the nervous system like the rusty claws of an ancient mechanism. Each track is an assault on the senses, a whirlwind of distorted leads hammering pulses into the temples, drowning in the reverberations of a distant industrial nightmare. The kick drum, like a sledgehammer on metal, forces the heart to beat in sync with a cold, soulless machine, while atmospheric backgrounds create the sensation of descending into the ruins of a world ruled by mechanisms and forgotten gods of technogenic horror. Khmar once again invites daring explorers on a journey through soulless megasystems, where rhythm becomes the only law. The new album is a hymn to infinite mechanical existence, a dance on the edge between technocratic reality and a chthonic abyss. Are you ready to immerse yourself in this world?

Sintoma created the song "The Voice in My Head." This song tells the story of a schizophrenic man whose voice torments him and intensifies the thoughts in his head, telling him what to do and inciting him to destroy and murder.