Origins, a new beginning – After one year of pause, we started to record the new album, “Origins”. Unlike the previous Silent Chaos‘ albums, which were rather a dionysiac burst of flowing consciousness than a reasoned stylistic and compositional work, with this new project we completely changed the approach.
First of all, it is a concept album: it narrates a, probably, near future, where the industrial civilization has collapsed and its only remains are falling industrial buildings, antennas, pylons, machinery, electronic devices, which don’t have any meaning for a humanity that regressed to an almost pre-historical condition. They don’t know what these remains are, and they worship them as gods and spirits of the machines; they create rituals to ensure their protection and generate chants to ingratiate and celebrate these terrible gods. The only vague memory this humanity has of its past is of a giant cataclysm that brought death and destruction to the whole planet; so, in their confused and eradicated existence, they worship death as the only savior from their terrible condition. An animistic attitude merges with the ghosts of the consumeristic society: they want to sell their souls for something they don’t remember anymore, and they drag themselves in this desert of the machines, on this Earth that has lost any drop of life. But there is always a way, a possibility to be born again, and amongst them already walks the mother of a new humanity.
As the seers of a not-so-distant future, we narrate the Origins of this future human rebirth.
The whole project will consist of an album and a graphic novel as its final outcome, and of this blog that we’ll populate with stories and images from this foreseen future, as well as shots from the work in progress both of the album and of the graphic novel, compositional insights on our techniques, and dark autogenerative live sets.
The graphic novel by David Emanueli is his own personal interpretation of the world we are creating: because of an event of mass extinction, linked to the drying up of the planet’s resources, humanity almost disappeared, together with the life on the planet. On the edge of the abyss, an absurd phenomenon appeared: suddenly a voice arose from the objects around, could it be a broken radio or a rusted washing machine: the god of the machines was talking simultaneously to all the survivors, in a collective hallucinatory delirium. That’s how men locked themselves in a funereal silence and lost themselves in the chaotic noise of a dogmatic mass psychosis. We’ll discover then what happens next…
