Mykonid - Moosprirscher - Tape

Mykonid seeps in like a living rot—an unseen, parasitic bloom creeping through dead air and abandoned chambers. Its death-industrial pulse oozes with fungal hunger, spores breathing in slow, suffocating waves as the ambience curdles into something wet, warm, and unclean. This is sound as decay: organic, invasive, and relentlessly oppressive, a creeping colony that settles into the listener’s lungs and refuses to let go.