There are only ruins left. Deserted streets, muted voices, screams swallowed by the concrete. A civilization in a loop, back to chaos. Each generation is a page torn from a book that we are not allowed to write.
But under the weight of a collapsing sky, ‘Μαύρη Τρύπα (Black Hole)’, Hekàtē’s second album, resonates. Like a reverse countdown, a scream that refuses silence. Only fragments of a world on its knees remain. How did we get here?
Each word on Hekàtē’s new album sounds like a verdict. ‘Μαύρη Τρύπα (Black Hole)’ is an autopsy of the present, an incantation against oblivion.
We live in a black hole that sucks everything in: memory, revolt, humanity. In this nothingness, there are voices that we try to stifle, certainly, but they are alive. And if the world collapses, they will sing on its ashes: “Come to Greece we sell it all! Cops! Macho men! Racism! Greek salad!”
Five years after their first album, released by La Vida es un Mus, what a pleasure to welcome a new, even more punk and furious album from Hekàtē.
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