Aided by musician M.D.T. (aka the Museum of Torture), this time leaving Bianchi concessions acoustic Antarctic Mosaic and MI Nheem Alysm (where an upright piano hammers for 10 minutes a tether claustrophobic) to resume the speech sound historical works as Symphony For A Genocide (grazed in the title) and Regel. If the departure (Departure) aligns with the hordes of former electronics student Merzbow, in pieces like Return or Arrival distortion is channeled into a world of skinny senryu metal and resigned alienation, where machines seem to come out triumphant, leaving a litany for real voice of the last man on earth. Genologic Technocide introduces an unusual dynamic for us, a rollercoaster of tension that takes the row from a primordial and instrumental rock (since raised the cover, almost figurative). Without any intention to surprise the listener, the artist imparts a new lesson by making informal and ill-suited to describe the collective reality any attempt to contamination melodic, each image on the screen. Arbeit is a liturgical ceremony is chilling and far above the noise and yet is able to cancel it. But this is rummage through the rubble.