Black Light Ascension is the sound of machines writing nostalgic odes to a long perished race. It is the fading digital memories of orchestras that never existed, narrated by a single human voice. It is the churning blades of abbotoirs and the pumping heartbeat of s*x, the frail hands and voices of a desperate humanity using its own flesh, blood and sinew to clog the cogs of the systems which live to crush all dreams.
