In the gritty depths of the city of Stockholm during the throes of our times, Metro Riders became a runaway, swallowed whole by the concretes unforgiving embrace. With a sense for something more, I traveled the desolate streets, a lost youth desperately seeking a lifeline amidst the urban decay.
One evening at home, during the echoing silence of those desolate nights, I stumbled upon a melody that would later become "Spasm".
Its atonal rhythms travelled through the abandoned alleyways, mirroring the disarray of our own fractured existence. Amidst dilapidated, lost souls and flickering streetlights, the eerie melodies became a refuge, a sonic companion that understood the longing etched into the city's walls.
As I trudged through the wasteland, the echoes of "Spasm" merged with the city's discordant symphony, assisted my relentless search for purpose, a reminder that even amidst decay, beauty and resilience can still be found.