Khmar returns with a new album that plunges the listener even deeper into mechanical chaos and relentless rhythmic pressure. This release is pure dystopia embodied in sound: thundering rhythms that weigh on the mind, sonic distortions frozen in a loop of radioactive time, and synthetic textures that scrape the nervous system like the rusty claws of an ancient mechanism. Each track is an assault on the senses, a whirlwind of distorted leads hammering pulses into the temples, drowning in the reverberations of a distant industrial nightmare. The kick drum, like a sledgehammer on metal, forces the heart to beat in sync with a cold, soulless machine, while atmospheric backgrounds create the sensation of descending into the ruins of a world ruled by mechanisms and forgotten gods of technogenic horror. Khmar once again invites daring explorers on a journey through soulless megasystems, where rhythm becomes the only law. The new album is a hymn to infinite mechanical existence, a dance on the edge between technocratic reality and a chthonic abyss. Are you ready to immerse yourself in this world?

Khmar returns with a new album that plunges the listener even deeper into mechanical chaos and relentless rhythmic pressure. This release is pure dystopia embodied in sound: thundering rhythms that weigh on the mind, sonic distortions frozen in a loop of radioactive time, and synthetic textures that scrape the nervous system like the rusty claws of an ancient mechanism. Each track is an assault on the senses, a whirlwind of distorted leads hammering pulses into the temples, drowning in the reverberations of a distant industrial nightmare. The kick drum, like a sledgehammer on metal, forces the heart to beat in sync with a cold, soulless machine, while atmospheric backgrounds create the sensation of descending into the ruins of a world ruled by mechanisms and forgotten gods of technogenic horror. Khmar once again invites daring explorers on a journey through soulless megasystems, where rhythm becomes the only law. The new album is a hymn to infinite mechanical existence, a dance on the edge between technocratic reality and a chthonic abyss. Are you ready to immerse yourself in this world?

Khmar returns with a new album that plunges the listener even deeper into mechanical chaos and relentless rhythmic pressure. This release is pure dystopia embodied in sound: thundering rhythms that weigh on the mind, sonic distortions frozen in a loop of radioactive time, and synthetic textures that scrape the nervous system like the rusty claws of an ancient mechanism. Each track is an assault on the senses, a whirlwind of distorted leads hammering pulses into the temples, drowning in the reverberations of a distant industrial nightmare. The kick drum, like a sledgehammer on metal, forces the heart to beat in sync with a cold, soulless machine, while atmospheric backgrounds create the sensation of descending into the ruins of a world ruled by mechanisms and forgotten gods of technogenic horror. Khmar once again invites daring explorers on a journey through soulless megasystems, where rhythm becomes the only law. The new album is a hymn to infinite mechanical existence, a dance on the edge between technocratic reality and a chthonic abyss. Are you ready to immerse yourself in this world?

Inhuman mechanisms from chthonic depths deliver to the living a new EP by the TBM project Khmar - "Lobotomy." The project has now gained female harsh vocals performed by Geist des Staubes. Khmar's music helps people realize their insignificance, embrace the meaninglessness of their lives, and their moral obsolescence. Lifeless synthesizers compel people to move in sync with chthonic demon-machines, while the human mind submits to the authority of synthetic intelligence.

Inhuman mechanisms from chthonic depths deliver to the living a new EP by the TBM project Khmar - "Lobotomy." The project has now gained female harsh vocals performed by Geist des Staubes. Khmar's music helps people realize their insignificance, embrace the meaninglessness of their lives, and their moral obsolescence. Lifeless synthesizers compel people to move in sync with chthonic demon-machines, while the human mind submits to the authority of synthetic intelligence.