Matys. Polish rebel since day one. Preferred breakbeat than a lullaby, always choosing spray can over teddies. He just appeared on club music scene and the chaos started. His furious rock’n’roll attitude meets dirty neurofunk drum’n’bass to wreak havoc on dance floors. Target? To burn some rubber.

Aggressive guitar tone is smuggled into fat neuro sound and blended with wild, rough beats. It’s not about the bright side of life, for sure. As a result we get highly adrenaline driven tracks, which would encourage to make Wall of Death even most polite collar boys. All that racket is not deprived of melody, and memorable riffs, which were carefully thought out to keep alive dark, rebel tone.

This is ominous. This is pure anger. This is what awakes dark primordial energy these days.