Aequilibria by Weary Of Empires

“There are no whole truths; all truths are half-truths. It is trying to treat them as whole truths that plays the devil.” - Alfred North Whitehead

Yet another unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness, a dense funeral doom atmosphere struggles against abrasive death-industrial thoughtforms; a blackened metal mysticism churning atop a crumbling substructure of militant dark ambient drones.

Aequilibra features four darkwave funeral doom anthems to the
semantic dissonance and channelled subversion of modern existence; revolution and revelation summoned directly from the underworld.

“All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”