Spectral Spectra by Connor Helms

A phantasmic unveiling of timbre, hauntingly colorful in its dark beauty, is exposited only after the initial vile, merciless, and vulgar display of power from the bass and tom drums. Slowly, in this unfamiliair and possibly malevolent dimension, a haunting chant ostinato chimes in over the toxic machismo basso continuo. Growing more viciously colorful, a not unknown and seemingly-out-of-place spectral drummer plays an Afro beat that invokes a feeling of tormented nostalgia. The demons only grow more relentless in their torment as your soul succumbs to the darkness.