Album, Self-released, May 2020
"A firefly may inspire a man. Man takes a flint, flint carves sparks, sparks set fire to wood, a flame lights up. Flaring up more and more, a fire turns into a firestorm. Firestorm lives its own life." — Drunken Master
We came to huge abandoned oil tank in the midst of winter. It is cold out here, in Russia, so we have to do something so as not to freeze to death. We brought a pair of flamethrowers, huge djembe drum, shamanic tambourine, lots of percussion, a broken TV and made an attempt to survive. We recorded this album — our post-apocalyptic hymn — Agni.