Remute S.O.S.

Entirely off the safe path, nonconformity and badass sounds are merging for Snork #72 to send the ultimate SOS for genuine techno. Snork Enterprises meets Remute out in left field with three tracks not only to Save Our Souls, also to save our sound of raw, underground techno. In a distorted space of sound, eclectic Morse-codes come floating while persistent base lines keep the machines running. Sirens sound and tortured steel is building up a sphere of vibrating noise spreading all over the hull and sustainedly screaming for SOS. Soaring beats forecast the last burst of strength. A freak wave of forceful sounds is rearing up. Scared minds are facing the darkness of endless depth, still longing for the last beam of moonlight. Yet, the all-embracing wall of infinity is merciless closing the entire surface. In an ambience of distortion, finally everlasting silence is drawing through the dark deepness devouring every vivid glance. From the distance down below there remains one inward echo - the ultimate SOS.