Barbara Brogi’s industrial experimental track feels like a transmission from the depths of an ancient, hidden underworld. Synths churn and grind like relentless machinery, while the Yamaha Venova flute howls and whispers, raw and untamed, as if channeling the voices of an unknown civilization. The sound is jagged, tense, and unapologetically strange—a collision of mechanical power and organic echoes. It drags you into the gritty heart of a forgotten world, pulsing with rhythms and fragments of a language lost to time.