I want you to imagine a future as bleak as it gets, like really bleak, the bleakest future imaginable. I don’t mean having to wear a mask in the shops, or someone getting your pro-nouns wrong. I mean the darkest dystopia. A world where the sun never rises, birds never sing and the flowers never grow. Rivers run dry, disease runs rife and you only know you’re sad because you can’t remember how it felt to smile. A world where the zombie holocaust would have been the easy way out. Now imagine you’re dragging your dying carcass across the acrid land and you stumble across a rave..... That music they’re playing is Doomcore.
*Do not listen to this is if you’re depressed. **Don’t listen to it if you’re happy. ***You’ve been warned, it will change you.
