The clouds darken the sky, the stars rain, the bones of the hounds of hell tremble when MØMY appears, rising from the ashes like a phoenix, living on his fathers and nourishing himself on his mothers.
Both Nexus doors are open; its bolts slide.
May you be satisfied with its dark purity; may you be satisfied with his mournful symphony which whispers to you:
He came to you from the darkness, it is MØMY who lights up the night.
Its rhythm flies; MØMY flies away. His techno is not from the earth but from the center of the universe... MØMY is an ancestral legend loaded with abyssal melodies.
